I still remember the moment I had finally booked it. I was going by myself to India for what I hoped was a real Ashram (following in Elizabeth Gilbert's footsteps) to find myself in the foothills of the Himalayas. I had no intention of actually teaching yoga when I was finished but I had itchy-feet, was broken-hearted, lost in more ways than one and could not think of anything better than deepening my yoga practice.

What I didn't realize at the time was that training would crack me wide open and put me back together again. Over the days that passed, I would feel myself overcome depression, anxiety and addiction. I would become comfortable in my own skin and I would begin to understand the transformational aspects of yoga.

During my time in India, I also learned that yoga should not be reserved for the economically privileged. If yoga was intended to be a gift to man, then there was something very wrong with what has been going on in the western world where class prices are notoriously high.

I set out to make yoga not only more physically accessible but economical in my home town of Brandon, Manitoba.