I didn’t plan any of this.

I was a Type A Interior Designer working for a corporate firm. Driven, focused, certain of the path I was on. I never imagined myself as a mother — and then my daughter arrived and became my entire world.

It was yoga that taught me how to show up for her. Not the poses. The practice. It cracked me open, made me aware of who I truly was beneath the ambition and the busyness. I became a better mother because I became more myself.

I started teaching not because I planned to — but because interior design didn't leave room for her and yoga did. What began as a practical solution became the work of my life. Along the way the practice deepened — martial arts had already shaped my body and my discipline, Reiki opened my understanding of energy, and Thai bodywork taught me how healing moves through touch. Each one added a layer. None of them felt like study. They felt like coming home to something I already knew.

I was born in Panama, my latin roots, Afro-Caribbean. I grew up in New York raised by a Trinidadian mother in the heart of Flatbush. I've lived in many places, traveled through many more, and carried my practice with me through all of it. The world has been my teacher and I its enthusiastic student.

The last three years I lived as a nomad — continuously moving, practicing and teaching in eco-hotels, ashrams, and yoga communities. I share what I know and receive far more in return.

I've always had dogs. At one point I had five — they kept me safe in a country where I didn't always feel safe. People tell me I'm a dog whisperer because their dogs take on my calm. I don't know how true that is. What I do know is that I cherish all living things — not just the ones who speak.

What I offer now — Zen in 10, Zen Spaces — isn't a curriculum. It's a distillation of a life lived fully, offered simply, for anyone ready to go a little deeper.