I am Flora, the heart, soul and face behind florasyogaflow. Hello and welcome.
Thank you for being, right here, right now.
Nestled in the embrace of mountain living, my soul finds its true home. In this serene sanctuary, I wear many hats—I'm an entrepreneur, a Yoga teacher, a Thai Yoga massage practitioner, a skier, a writer, a witch, a healer, a legal expert, a private chef, a coach, a playful girl and a wise woman, and above all, I simply am. My journey began on the path to becoming a lawyer, but life led me to take two pivotal right turns, guiding me away from the conventional "career" to follow my heart. Now, I contribute to people's remembering and healing into their aliveness.
My corporate experiences have gifted me the ability to understand and build bridges. Teaching Yoga is not just a vocation; it's an experience of pure flow state for me. In 2013, I answered life's calling, bidding farewell to the law firm and embarked on a transformative backpacking journey through Southeast Asia (a classic). Along the way, I encountered a profound moment by a river in Laos—attending my first ever Yoga class in memory of my maternal grandmother. My heart broke open, and Yoga became my gateway into being, connecting with my breath, emotions, and body.
Casablanca, Morocco, became my canvas for creating a life shaped by Yoga, saving me in the process. This journey led me to Mysore, India, for a Yoga teacher training, followed by travels in Hong Kong and Myanmar, where love blossomed. An invitation to spend winter in Jackson, WY, USA, unfolded into majestic ski touring adventures. Road tripping through Utah, Colorado, and Wyoming left me yearning for the vastness of the Rocky Mountains. Later, I managed a boutique hotel on a tea farm in rural Malawi, explored Tanzania, lived in Zanzibar, and completed a second Yoga teacher training in Cape Town, South Africa.
A nomadic spirit, I hitchhiked from Spain to Sweden, cooking at a Yoga retreat center for a radical summer. Managing a Yoga project in Abidjan, Ivory Coast, and hosting a Yoga retreat in Morocco followed. The African continent left an indelible mark on my soul. Only then did I feel ready to explore Canada, and British Columbia instantly felt like home.
My journey brought profound lessons from life, nature, and mystic teachers, fostering a deeper connection with myself. I hold deep gratitude for the land, mountains, waters, and trees. Privileged to heal generational wounds, I found myself dropping roots into the soil of Austria where I grew up, leaning into the golden presence of life. Now I call Revelstoke, British Columbia, the ancestral lands of territories of the Sinixt, the Secwepemc, the Syilx and the Ktunaxa Peoples, home. Step by step, breath by breath, I trust the unfolding journey. Thank you for walking with me on this wild human experience called life.