I was born and raised in Transylvania, in a Székely family, surrounded by more languages than just my mother tongue from the age of six. From early childhood, I carried a quiet knowing that life was more than what meets the eye—more than our waking “reality.” I felt drawn to the mysterious, the magical.

As a child, I had a recurring dream—what I thought of then as a nightmare. I would wake up crying, overwhelmed by a sense of something irreversible, like losing my freedom or being swallowed by an infinite pattern—the vibrating fabric of existence itself. At once too vast to grasp and so small that I might disappear within it. This dream followed me into adolescence, then slowly faded, until it resurfaced years later in meditation. Without words, it explained itself. Perhaps karmic memory. Perhaps an in-between state.

It’s no wonder I’ve long been fascinated by dreams, Yoga Nidra, and the altered states of consciousness we slip into every night—even if we don’t always remember them come morning.

Here comes a long story… but remember: it’s just a story. The stories we weave about ourselves are not who we truly are. This one is not who I am, and your story is not who you are. Beneath it all, there’s something deeper—so keep digging, and don’t forget to breathe.

A Longer Story (But Not Who I am)

In 2002, I moved to Hungary, the first of many countries I’ve since called home. I later spent nearly a decade in Heidelberg, Germany, studying literature and linguistics, with a year in London. Languages have always been a thread running through my life.

It was in Germany that yoga first crossed my path. I signed up for a one-month pass at a yoga studio in Darmstadt. That month stretched into a year. It didn’t deliver sudden enlightenment—but it planted seeds that kept growing. Like many in the West, I began with Yogasana (the physical practice) sprinkled with a little Pranayama and Dharana. Savasana, of course, was my favorite.

When I later moved to Barcelona, I found myself back on the mat, this time in a vibrant studio in the city center. Hatha, Kundalini, and Ashtanga Vinyasa opened doors into breathwork, kriyas, chanting, and meditation. It was during these practices that I first experienced the subtle energies sustaining the body—mysterious, powerful, and unforgettable.

Languages, Travel, and First Encounters with Yoga

When “Something Was Missing”

Despite interesting jobs, good pay, and new opportunities, I often felt a gap inside—an unshakable sense that something essential was missing. Restlessness and frustration became familiar companions. I tried to fill the void with activity, distraction, “doing.” But what I was really craving was a way of simply “being.”

Then, only six months after moving to Paris, my job was made redundant. What could have felt like a setback turned out to be a gift. Suddenly, I stood at a crossroads: another unfulfilling job, or the chance to finally follow what had been calling me all along. The answer was clear. It was time to become a yoga teacher.

Seeds in India, Healing, and Teaching

In November 2017, I traveled to Goa, India, for my first immersive teacher training. It was a turning point—discipline, reflection, and practice deepened, while bonds with kindred souls showed me how powerful shared connection can be.

Not long after, something remarkable happened. I had lived with psoriasis for twenty years. After my time in Asia, it simply disappeared—and it never came back. This healing felt like life’s way of showing me the vast potential we all carry within.

Back in Europe, I began teaching, while continuing to learn. Yin Yoga captivated me with its fusion of Indian yogic traditions and Chinese medicine. I completed my first 100-hour Yin training in the Netherlands and started sharing it. To my surprise, students were often drawn even more to Yin than to traditional styles.

Further Trainings and Deepening the Path

In 2018, I joined a teacher training in Costa Rica that focused on subtle awareness, inner healing, and self-reflection. The jungle itself was a teacher—its stillness, its rhythms, its embrace of the present moment.

In 2019, I traveled to Kerala, Southern India, to study Ayurveda with doctors at a Panchakarma Institute. The land, the air, the soil—all felt alive with wisdom. Around the same time, I returned to Goa to deepen in Yin Yoga and explore Yoga Nidra. Since childhood, I had been fascinated by dreams and altered states of consciousness—so this exploration felt like a homecoming.

In 2023, I became an RYT-500, with a focus on therapeutic yoga integrating Ayurveda, Traditional Chinese Medicine, and Western science

Teaching Today

Today, I offer both Yin (gentle, meditative) and Yang (dynamic, flowing) classes, always adapted to the needs of each participant, as well as meditation classes. Sessions may include pranayama, meditation, deep relaxation, or Yoga Nidra.

But no matter the style, the essence is the same: an invitation to turn inward, listen deeply, and practice self-inquiry.

✨ And if you’ve read this far—thank you. Truly. 🙏