How I Came to Meditation

My journey into meditation began in my early twenties, when I started noticing a painful pattern in my relationships.
I would fall in love quickly    and just as quickly, lose myself in the other person.
Somewhere inside, I knew something needed to change.

Around that time, I met a woman I used to know who seemed completely transformed    calm, grounded, content.
When I asked her what had changed, she smiled and said, “Meditation.”
I tried a few Buddhist gatherings after that, but I couldn’t quite connect.
Still, a seed had been planted.

 Years later, while living in Amsterdam and teaching Pilates, I found myself surrounded by people who meditated regularly.
There was something different about them:  a depth, a quiet emotional maturity, an openness that drew me in.
Their way of being inspired me to join a few active meditation techniques, and the experience was unlike anything I had known.

Starting meditation through movement, breath, and expression helped me eventually find true stillness in the later stages of practice. It was the first time I understood that meditation unfolds only when the body becomes still :  and later, the mind. When both feel restless in the beginning, movement becomes the key that opens the door to stillness.

 When I later moved to New York, life tested me deeply.
I arrived alone, building a new life from the ground up, when my father passed away from cancer.
It was my first real encounter with impermanence    with how fragile everything can be.

Not long after, my relationship fell apart, and with it, the version of myself I thought I knew.
I was left asking one question that echoed through everything: Who am I?

 In that space of loss and uncertainty, I returned to meditation.
One day, I found my way to my first Osho Dynamic Meditation in a meditation center in the West Village    and something shifted.

For the first time, I felt release. Lightness. Clarity.
The experience stayed with me, becoming the doorway into a much deeper journey.

Over the years, I traveled to India, spent time in the Osho Ashram, explored countless meditation techniques, and eventually met my spiritual teacher.
Each experience became another thread in the tapestry of coming home to myself.

Meditation has become my anchor: the steady ground beneath all change.
It guides me out of drama and into peace.
It helps me see life with clarity, softness, and compassion.

Whenever the mind gets noisy, the body uneasy, or I forget who I truly am, I return to practice.
I shake. I speak gibberish. I breathe with awareness .
And then, I sit in silence.

In moments of quiet awareness, I return :  from confusion to clarity, from restlessness to stillness. 

Meditation isn't a way to get somewhere. It’s the art of being here, in this moment, with what is :  and being at ease with it.

 Today, I share what I’ve learned :  not as a guru, but as a fellow traveler learning to slow down, to notice, and to return to herself again and again.

Whether through movement, breath, or guided meditation, my goal is to help others experience the same quiet transformation:
the moment when the noise fades, and you finally feel at home in your body and mind.

If you’re new to meditation or simply longing to reconnect with yourself, I’d love to guide you.
Let’s start with the breath, and see where it leads.