Mostly lost and occasionally found yogi, teacher, artist, writer, recovering yoga studio director, big-picture thinker, community builder, and all-round problem solver, I have always had trouble reading maps. I haven’t let this stop me from navigating. So, get in! We’ll figure it out together and have a big adventure along the way.
I received my 200-hour yoga teacher training certificate in April 2012 and completed my 500-hour training in October 2018 at Tranquil Space in Washington, DC. My 300-hour thesis, Dissolving into Radiance: A Vanaprastha Practice for Older Adults, focused on what needs to change about a yoga practice as one ages. Just recently, I completed the Vishoka Meditation Teacher certification through the Himalayan Institute.
My current teaching schedule:
Creative Calm: Come join our cozy art studio, where you can find the healing and tranquility of art making on your own terms. Together we have delved into block printing, collage, painting, drawing in the past year. Join us at St. Alban’s on Wednesdays from 12:45 to 2 pm. Register through DC Around Town.
Gentle Movement and Guided Meditation: Thursdays at 11 am in person at St. Alban’s and at 1 pm on Zoom both through DC Around Town.
Vinyasa: Refresh Alexandria [A Wellness Collective] in Old Town Alexandria (in studio only) Saturdays at 8:30 am. I also lead the Yoga Teacher Training program there, with my colleagues Kat Buechel, Sandy Johnson and Lindsey Canaley. We’re in the process of putting together our spring cohort.
Slow Flow and Stretch: Sytera Yoga in Vienna, VA (in studio and online) Sundays at 11 am
My most recent writing about yoga, teaching and art is here. In 2021, I began a journey into writing fiction and have been blessed with good teachers and good writers who are helping me learn and grow. I haven’t had anything published yet, but once I do, I’ll include the links here.
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Why I Teach Yoga

I was fortunate to have a physician recommend Hatha Yoga to me over 15 years ago as a way to navigate a chronic illness. Since then, I have navigated through Stage 1 breast cancer. (I have documented my journey here, here and here among other blog posts.) I went from sober curious to wanting to live out my life with the clarity sobriety gives me (and have documented the beginning of this journey here.) No matter what I have faced in my life, my practice has not only brought me healing; it has also brought me joy, community, and a deeper sense of purpose and service. I teach from the sense of connection to my true self, to others, and to the community. I believe that yoga is for everybody and every body.
Yoga and Art
I had lost my artistic mojo. After a burst of creativity, sitting down to paint had been almost painful. Nothing flowed. I was just grasping for ideas that would fade before the paint reached the canvas. Occasionally I made myself complete a painting but eventually I didn’t even bother squeezing the paint on the palette, since I would lose interest and waste the paint. But I had my yoga, my family life, things to do. I was as empty as these dried seed pods. (I completed this painting during this time — it took me, no kidding, a YEAR. Every time I look at this painting, I’m amazed at how tortured it was for me.)
On the advice of some very wise people at Tranquil Space, I picked up Julia Cameron’s book The Artist’s Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity, (Penguin/Putnam, 1992) and I am now recovering the joy and spontaneity that my creative life had been until I got in the way of myself. And I’ve come to see that to become found, you really must be lost in the moment.
Practicing art and practicing yoga demand that you turn yourself off — get yourself out of your own way. My art had become all about ME. What did I think? What did I want to say in this painting? What did I think was interesting? It’s just like how a pose becomes all the more difficult when I find myself thinking about what I look like or how much better I am at this pose now than I was in the past. The lesson is just to be in the moment.
Just practice. Come to the mat and find it.
I am treating myself this morning to finding and reading other blogs and I came upon your site. Lucky me. Will be happy to follow your journey.
Thanks, Thomas! I’m looking forward to exploring your posts too…M
Meg:
Belated thanks for bringing the yummy muffins to our last class.
I so appreciate all your good tips and help while you were teaching at Pengu.
Grace even told me Thursday how much stronger I have gotten and how I have improved since summer..so I push on.
Good luck and much success in your new ventures.
mtf
I miss you all like all get out, but I am enjoying this new phase of the journey. Please take good care of yourself and give my love to everyone.
Meg…ur pods may, in fact, b tortured, but they r beautiful. Such a great painting…i hope u r in love with it, for all great relationship reasons of ups and downs! Lol!
Thanks, Cyn! Miss you, babe. Hope you get you 18 in this weekend!
I heart that last paragraph! Such great advice! You’re awesome, Meg! I’m a big fan of your creative spark!
Peyton, you are such a sweet presence at the studio. Love seeing you there and look forward to reading many, many more of your poems.
Hi
I would like to join ur Thursday 1pm sessions.
I have the zoom info. Pls let me know if it’s ok.
Thanks
Mindy, if you haven’t already registered with DC Around Town, please do. I will give you the link on Thursday. See you then. M
Thank you, Meg, for an inspiring class on this dreary afternoon. I love your “spent” pods painting! They have a luminous quality about them—the cerulean blue background and burnt umber of the dried pods help us see the light more clearly—perhaps that was your intention—well done!
Thank you, Denise! I’m working hard on some writing these days. Your comment made me want to see the painting again myself! So glad to have you in the class. We’ll keep working on our innate power…it shows itself to the world in such amazing ways.