Beneath the Surface
Where it all Began
I've been practicing yoga for more than half of my life. Like many, my introduction was through asana, the physical postures, taught in studios around the Bay Area. At first, it was about movement. Stretching. Sweat. Quiet moments between busy ones.
Then life cracked open.
During the pandemic, I enrolled in an online yoga teacher training with SoulWork, hoping to deepen my practice rather than lose more evenings to the endless scroll. As I moved through the teachings, especially breathwork and meditatio, I began a different kind of practice. One that asked me to sit with myself, just as I was. It wasn’t always graceful. But it was honest.
At the same time, I was moving through personal loss, grief, and radical transformation. As I turned inward, I uncovered parts of myself I had long buried. The stillness invited healing. The breath invited truth. And I knew, this was something I had to share.
At the Core
There wasn’t one big moment, more like thousands of small ones, and a few really big ones, that brought me here.
Over just a few years, I went through a season of death: a miscarriage, the end of an eight-year relationship, the loss of my mom, and all three of my living grandparents. It was a heavy walk through grief and darkness. And just when I thought I was coming up for air, the pandemic hit, and the walls started closing in again.
Up until that point, my coping tools had mostly revolved around substances: alcohol, weed, cocaine, cigarettes with some friendship and community mixed in, and the occasional yoga class. When all of that got stripped away, I was left with myself. I had to figure out how to actually cope. To actually heal. Or else.
This wasn’t about one single turning point. It was a series of openings. Quiet shifts. Honest reckonings. That slow, hard-earned “yes” to something deeper.
I don’t come in with a quick-fix or polished script. I show up exactly as I am an honest, grounded, human. I’ve walked through the fire more than once, so I don’t flinch when others bring their grief, their chaos, their stuckness.
I help people sit with themselves when that feels like the hardest thing in the world. I hold space without rushing the process. I guide people back to their own breath, their own body, their own knowing.
My work is built on presence, on deep listening, and on nervous system tools that create real, felt shifts. It’s equal parts science and soul, rooted in practical regulation and laced with intuition.
There’s no hierarchy here. I’m not above you. I’m beside you. We walk together.
The How
"This work is about returning. To your own light. To your own strength. To your own inner compass." ~Liz
Rooted In
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My work is deeply rooted in the breath, the ever-present thread weaving through our bodies and minds. Breath is not just air; it’s our lifeline, our anchor, our guide through the stormy seas of emotion and thought.
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I also ground my practice in community and connection. Healing isn’t a solo journey. It’s about showing up, being seen, and holding space for one another’s truth, even the messy, shadowy parts.
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Finally, my roots grow from a place of radical responsibility: the belief that while we can’t control what life throws at us, we can learn to tend our inner garden with intention, care, and compassion.
Off the Mat
Beyond the breath and movement, I’m a bit of a dog rescuer and a salsa dancer with a fierce love for life’s simple joys. I’ve lived in Costa Rica for over a decade, speaking mostly Spanish in my day-to-day with my husband, who’s Costa Rican. Between rescuing pups and hitting salsa clubs (used to dance six nights a week!), life keeps me grounded and joyful.
I’m also the proud mom to four rescue dogs from Puerto Viejo Dogs, and I volunteer with the organization whenever I can. Fun fact: I drove all the way here from California to bring my two rescue pitbulls because I couldn’t leave them behind.
When I’m not moving or saving dogs, I’m probably dipping into an ice bath or editing gay erotica (yes, really!). These pieces of my life keep me curious, grounded, and connected to what really matters.
