Julia McCabe Yoga Teacher British Columbia

I’d like to begin by thanking all of my teachers and friends who got me here in the first place. First and foremost: Patrick Creelman, Kristin Campbell, Paul Dallaghan and the teachers of Pure Yoga Hong Kong who I taught with (2005-2008) Ana Forrest and all my students since 2003. I’d also like to thank my inspiring professors during my time studying Kinesiology at McGill University.

My degree actually came into good use! Growing up, I also learned the art of pedagogy by watching my schoolteacher parents and later my big sister. They’d come home slugging grocery baskets full of text books, eyes burning over late night report cards, sometimes heartbroken over kids who showed up with the same clothes and no lunch every day. My first teachers, my parents, they are my gurus.

To be straight up, yoga found me, I didn’t necessarily find it. I made fun of my first yoga teacher and through my teen years found most of what yoga professed…to be a load of bull and was not open minded. True story. I had NO clue what I was stepping into. Since 2000, after meeting my first true teacher, it has been a natural evolution, a slow simmer of a magnificent journey. The genuine positivity that vibrated off Patrick during my first class with him in 2000 seemed to affect everyone in the room. Whatever it was that he had, I knew I wanted to live the same way. I later learned this energy wasn’t unique to just Patrick, it seemed that every teacher I encountered who was living in his/her passion lit up rooms and made everyone feel instantly at ease.

I have traveled the globe ever since teaching trainings, retreats and conferences since 2010 in Nicaragua. It has been a journey of hard work. sweat, tears, doubt, acceleration, ups and downs and loving connections. From the Daintree Rainforest, windy mountaintops of Spain to rural India. I know I’m a teacher because everything keeps aligning me even when I think I’ve failed. It is a “job” that arrived quietly at first – like an unexpected new love, I was nudged along, shy and steady to stand at the head of the class. I eventually came into my louder voice that turned out to be a true one for me. It is my wish for all those who study with me to feel the same: to feel whole and to feel heard.