For most of my life, I was neither brave nor curious. I was a runner — literally and figuratively. I ran to clear my head, to keep the world at a manageable volume, to stay one step ahead of the feelings waiting for me if I slowed down.

Yoga changed that. Slowly, then all at once. Over years of practice — from Bikram studios in New York to a meditation-centered teacher training in Seoul — it gave me something I didn't expect: language for what I had been carrying since childhood. Feelings I never had words for. A fire in me that had nowhere healthy to go.

Through practice, therapy, and a lot of writing, I found the courage to look at old wounds. To feel them, name them, and stay with them — rather than run.

When my daughter was born, I knew I couldn't pass those patterns on. I wanted her — and every kid — to have what I didn't: the words, the awareness, and someone who makes it safe to feel things without shame.

Brave & Curious Yoga is the class I wish I could have taken as a little girl. It's named for her — and for every kid who is still in that place. Brave enough to feel it. Curious enough to explore it. Never alone in it.

With Love,

Stephanie

Proud mama of Ari and Amora

Rainbow Yoga trained

500-hour registered yoga teacher (RYT-500)

Forever student of yoga