• How I Came to Yoga (Hint: It Involved a Van, a Baby, and a Lot of Breathing)

    You know when someone asks a simple question – “How did you come to yoga?” – and you suddenly realise it’s not a simple answer at all?Yeah. That.So here’s the not-so-linear, deeply human, slightly messy, kind of miraculous version of how I found yoga (or maybe how it found me). The Escape (a.k.a. My Quarter-Life…


  • “Beyond the Labels: This Is Me”

    How would you describe yourself to someone? You know, that question. The one that comes up in interviews, bios, awkward dinner parties, or when your therapist is giving you that silent, expectant look. And every time I try to answer it, I feel like I’m listing ingredients on a box of muesli:“Hi, I’m Stefanie. Trauma-informed…