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 she 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 finally learned who I was.

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 to my practice. None of them felt like study.

I was born in Panama, with Latin and Afro-Caribbean roots, raised by a Trinidadian mother in the heart of Brooklyn's Flatbush. I am not just of one culture, but of all of them. No country fully claims me, so I claimed the world instead.

I've lived in many places, traveled through many more, and carried my practice through all of it. The last three years I lived as a nomad — teaching in eco-hotels, ashrams, and yoga communities around the world. The world has been my teacher and I its enthusiastic student.

I grew up afraid of dogs — until my father made it simple:adapt or go. I adapted. Something shifted after that. At one point, years later, I had five dogs, and they kept me safe in a country where I didn't always feel safe. I'm not a trainer. I just connect. People say their dogs take on my calm. They have taught me things words don't reach. What I've discovered 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.