Less than two years ago, I meandered into Kula on a Sunday afternoon because I was new in town and Facebook arm balance photos are badass…

At the tail end of what felt like absolute rock bottom (because it was), I randomly happened to step onto my yoga mat. In these almost-two years, it’s become the place I go when I need to mourn and the place I go when I need to celebrate – a place that’s lifted me up, and humbled me, a thousand times.

Today, I stepped into this space – where I’ve laughed and cried with my tribe, time and time again – a yoga teacher.

This beautiful.
amazing.
healing place.

My heart has never been so full. I am forever humbled. Namaste.