10/10/2026
Natasha came into my life in 2022, the same year I lost my brother. We never planned it but one morning I showed up to the park to do my own vinyasa practice and there she was.. waiting for Alexandra Sheth to show up to practice Ashtanga. Alex was running a little late and Natasha was a little upset 😆. She invited me to join their practice but I was hesitant… like what do you mean Ashtanga? Ay no que pereza I thought in my mind.. but she had this way of convincing people to join her classes, so I ended up saying yes.
It had been about two months in after my brother’s passing and I was full of rage, sadness, unanswered questions… I wasn’t teaching, I wasn’t living.. I was just existing.
Natasha’s classes helped turn my grieving mind off.. for 90 minutes I was just present with my body and my breath. We would meet Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays at 7-7:30 am. She would sometimes start it later so I can go see the sunrise… she knew how important those were for me.
Our small Ashtanga group grew. We had such a good time breathing during and chatting after, creating community.
I will forever cherish those mornings. They really helped me heal my broken spirit until I was ready to go teach the practice again.
I feel so honored to have learned from a teacher that selflessly poured herself into others. A real teacher that embodied the true essence of yoga. No ego, no competition, no comparison, no mockery. She was so wise, so smart, she taught me so much more than just asanas.
So far, I’ve had three important teachers in my yoga teacher journey.. Natasha was one of them. Phylice and Jodi are the other ones and most recently I’ve been getting closer to Gaby.
“The teacher appears when the student is ready… the teacher disappears when the student is ready”
I’ll carry her legacy with me and my teachings until the end. Gracias por tanto 🙏
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