“Each evening while living in Nepal, we climbed up to our rooftop, as many Nepalese do when the heat of the day leaves Kathmandu valley. Mark played guitar and we would sit and enjoy the view of the Himalayas and rice paddies surrounding our home.”
Like most yoga students, I started my yoga journey focusing mostly on the physical body. I became obsessed with achieving the perfect asana. I travelled the world sampling different yoga styles, from New York to London, San Francisco to Toronto, Indonesia to Sri Lanka. My life at this stage was far from a balanced yogic lifestyle. I was one of a handful of women who had made the heady heights of general management in the IT industry. Career and life merged into one. Hectic as my life was, yoga was my core lifeline. The seed of consciousness had been planted; it just needed a spark to help it take root and grow.
After years of pushing myself to the limits, the enormous stress of work and a demanding personal relationship finally brought me undone. I decided to take a 12-month break from IT, walk the beach, and indulge myself in the true study of yoga. It was during this time that I decided to train as a yoga teacher with IYTA. Not that I ever thought I would teach, but because I wanted to deepen my knowledge of the wonderful science of yoga and study the yogic way of life.
In 2000 I finally left my career in the IT industry, qualified in holistic counselling, continued my yogic studies, this time in Dru Yoga, and wrote my first book, Left Holding the Baby, an emotional support book for new mothers.
By this time I decided to no longer do yoga but to make yoga my life. I realised that to become a true yoga teacher I needed to integrate what I was teaching. How could I teach the perfect balancing pose when I still did not have balance in my own life? How could I teach the yamas and niyamas with integrity when I was still not fully living them myself? How could I ever reach a level of contentment in my own life without integrating the yogic teachings that I so loved and admired? At a gathering with friends, I drew the affirmation card ‘tithing.’ I didn't realise at the time how tangibly this notion of giving part of one’s income would present itself in my life.