A little about me, my background + yoga philosophy.



+ about me:

Hi there.  Some call me Sue.  Some call me Susie.  My husband calls me Suze.  But mostly, I go by 'mama'.  To 3 little birdies who all want to sleep in our bed.

I am reliant on my yoga block + the Blessed Mother.
I am loyal to malbec + my husband.
I hang twinkle lights in the kitchen + my kids artwork in big ol gold frames in the dining room.
And if you catch me wearing jeans, its a special occasion.  I believe in yoga pants, or else.

+ my background:

I am a {Whole-istic} Health Coach, Certified by the Institute of Integrative Nutrition in NYC.  And am a proud graduate of Gopi Kinnicutt’s 200hr Yoga Teacher Training @ Yoga Mandali in Saratoga Springs, NY.  I also hold a BA in Psychology and M.Ed in School Counseling from the University of New Hampshire.

Founder of Nourish and Flourish, I link my passion {and compassion} for people + food by leading timely workshops and cooking classes based on Ayurvedic wisdom and common sense.

+ my {yoga} philosophy:

I believe yoga is all about showing up.  To your breath, and to the work. I don't believe yoga has anything to do whether or not you can do full splits or a wheel.  While asana is a perfect tool to get there, I believe yoga is, at the end of the day, an inside job.  The most important shifts can't be seen by the eyes of a teacher, but lived out--by you--and way the heck off the mat.

My favorite cue is “let the head go.”
My favorite chant is Loka Samasta Sukhino Bhavantu.
My favorite foods are kale + cake.
And my favorite teachers are my kids.  They rock my world.

And I'd love to help you rock yours...  so let's get this {detox} party started.

Because damn, it's so doAble.

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