Pandemic Spring

Monday Night YogaClass from 8:00pm-9:30pm

Dates: April 13th, 20th, & 27th, May 4th, 11th, 18th, &25th, June 1st, 8th, & 15th

Series of 10 Classes: Siding Fee from $10.00-$150.00

Drop In Sliding Fee from: $1.00-$15.00
Email to register for Monday Nights

Place: from the comfort of you own home!! Zoom Link to be sent each Monday before class.

Bring: Yourself!! Your Breath, Pillows, Blankets, towels, warm socks, washcloth or eye pillow, Yoga blocks or big books, open hearts and open minds and Love.

Any level welcome. Come for Asana (movement), Restorative (letting go of tension) and Nidra (letting go of even more tension and while an advanced technique, no experience is required)

I had never seen a magnolia tree in bloom until I moved to this city 24 years ago. That Spring followed the hardest winter I had ever known. I had moved to a new country, had ‘lost’ my community (pre social media days, Long distance rates applied!); my Mum died just weeks after I immigrated and I was not free to leave the country while she was sick. And then Spring happened. And I fell in love with the plants, the weeds, and the trees of the city and the eternal hope that springs from the cracked cement and the stately architecture. I fell in love with this city, the individuals, the neighborhoods stretching from the Bronx to Coney Island, the parks, the people, the cultures, the foods, the vibrating with the vibrancy of the entire world.
This Spring, it seems like all the flowers are staying, extending their visits with us. It is as if they know we humans need them more than ever right now. I have had the time to study this blossom in a way I never have before. It’s natural stages, it’s subtle energies, it’s gifts. The energy of the divine feminine, the soft voluptuous curves, the silky, almost juicy bosomy blossoms, surrounded by a community of blossoms. When looking at them from a distance we see the strength and perfection of the tree, when we look at each blossom individually, we see little fissures in their petals, discolored spots, a fragility when picked and taken from the rest; seemingly imperfect patterns that no longer matter when seen as a whole, a community. And then as the tree slowly transitions in her natural state, shedding her petals, exposing her inner beauty, we see this strength and warrior like stance of the inner divine masculine, the stamens arranged in spiraling rows along with the pistels attached to the erect center. The energy of the strength of the individual when supported by the bosom of the community.

I took a class yesterday on Zoom at Sacred Brooklyn that made me weep with both joy and sadness. It reminded me why I do yoga, and made me feel supported and loved and held.  It reminded me of the magic of the practice.
So I invite you to come and practice Yoga with me, in community.  Turn your video off if  you desire. Come in your PJs as you wish.  Come with intentions of loving yourself, and speading that love to the communites at hand and beyond.

Register by emailing me at  I have changed the fee structure to a sliding scale. Register for all 10 classes of this session for $10.00 or for $150.00, it is up to you. Payments accepted via Venmo, Zelle and PayPal.
The fees that I collect will be donated to keeping my Yoga Community alive and functioning during a time that they are unable to hold classes.

I am teaching Weekly classes at Yoga Tribe:
Yoga Nidra Wednesday 7pm directly following April’s 60 min 26-2 Series
Rest and Restore Yoga on Fridays at 6pm.
All classes at Yoga Tribe Free through the end of April, Register Required:

And you may catch me practicing at Yoga Sole or doing workshopes register here:


Come to Move, Come to Breathe, Come to Live

  Lots of movement, lots of yoga, lots of love!