I remember my very first yoga class really clearly. It was with a man that my sister and I affectionately refer to as Geoffrey Blue Pants, as he always wore little blue pants. The yoga was his own style called Malibu yoga and he had a kind of American accent and used to come and click your toes in shoulder stand.
I was never the sporty type. In school I was the usually the last to be picked for the team. I don't know why I decided to try yoga but after that first class I realised there was something in it. I was fascinated with the different positions and the almost immediate affect they had on my body and somehow my mind.
That was over 20 years ago and I have come a long way since then. I have been to hundreds of classes and experimented with different styles. I have also met so many cool yogis along the way, from a stint with Lino Miele in Kovalam, India, to finally meeting and experiencing the teachings of senior teachers like John Scott, Lucy Crawford and Scott Johnson to name but a few. Closer to home I have a little Ashtanga family here in Jersey that includes the wonderful woman who introduced me to Ashtanga in the first place, Darna Lamond. And not forgetting the two people that guided and supported me during my teacher training, the kind and generous Melanie Cooper and the lovely yin extraordinaire Norman Blair.
Don't think I have forgotten about the Martini family - but more about them later!
And now it's time for another first step. Coming out of the shadows, actually promoting myself as a teacher (yes I teach), finally publishing this website and giving myself a platform to tell people about my yoga thing. And if it all fails? Well at least I gave it a go.