I had the salary. The bonuses. The international travel. A career as a wedding dress consultant that took me from Toronto to Taiwan. And by 30, my body was breaking , arthritis flaring up in my hands, exhaustion I couldn't sleep off, the feeling of being completely disconnected from a life that was supposed to look perfect on the outside.
One afternoon in a park in Taiwan, I was lying down and looked up at a bare tree. Summer had ended. The leaves had let go without resistance. I understood right there that I was the one still holding on.
I let go too.
Four years later I was living in Mysore, India, doing daily practice under BNS Iyengar , the youngest direct student of Krishnamacharya, the father of modern yoga. Two generations from the source. And when I discovered polyvagal theory back in Europe, it wasn't academic for me. It was a map of my own life. Every survival state I'd lived since I was a child suddenly had a name.
That's what I now teach , to yoga teachers from over 40 countries. The nervous system that's already alive in the room. The framework your training didn't have time to give you.
And I'm going to teach it to you for free, over three days.