I am truly blessed. I have an amazing family; supportive, caring, brilliant, loving, protective, hard-working, charismatic, generous, comforting. Parents who fell in love in high school and whose love has never swayed but only grown, who are full of guidance but not demand, let each of their children have their own voice and whose love is truly, down to the core, unconditional. My brothers and I are best friends. Todd is 8 years older, Trent 6 years older and I’m the baby. Todd always acted as my protector, a second father figure. Trent and I had the kind of friendship where we told each other everything. As I grew older, Todd and my adult friendship grew as strong as could be, given I was no longer “little Trisha Ann”. Don’t let me fool you, he was still always in full protective mode but we bonded on an entirely new level. Our family life seemed picture perfect…until May 9th, 2014.
It's the kind of heart ache you can feel in your bones.
It’s as if I have had to learn how to live all over again. After losing my oldest brother to a massive heart attack (something we found out he had at birth but was never detected), I faced a pain so intense that I didn’t know could exist. It was/is cruel.
I had a choice. Face the pain or numb the pain. Ultimately I chose to let it punch me, kick me, throw me down and stomp on me until I was ready to stand again. I didn’t hide from his passing but rather had to learn to live in a new reality I never thought would be.
I was alive. I was finally living.
After taking almost 10 months away from yoga (my brother and I practiced together and it seemed impossible to get on my mat), I realized that it was the thing I needed to do the most and I couldn’t let fear of facing him not being next to me hold me back. I applied and was accepted to work for a studio, absorbed as much knowledge as possible from the owner, the other teachers, colleagues and everyone who walked into the doors. I practiced nearly daily on the beach. I rode my bicycle everywhere. I walked my dog as much as possible. I went skydiving. I stayed present. Yoga started changing me, not just physically but emotionally and spiritually.
Naturally I wanted more of this. I decided I wanted to get my yoga certification and applied for a school that was already at capacity and listed as sold out. Something (or someone; an angelic voice) told me to apply anyway. Due to a last minute cancellation, I was accepted. I booked my flight and left three weeks later for Thailand. Living in a jungle with unique sounds and sights for thirty days, I graduated with an even clearer sense of who I am and what I want to share with the world.
After a year away, I made my way back to my roots in Columbus eager to launch my business. I couldn’t be more thrilled to share yoga with the world and be a part in any way of helping others feel alive.
My vow to both of my brothers, Todd and Trent, to my parents and to myself is that I will always choose to stay in love; with myself, all others and life. #namasteinlove #toddstrong
There is so much beauty in this world and I want to see it all.
Read more on my blog about how traveling has touched my journey from a young age, ultimately leading me to Thailand for Teacher Training.