This is my story.
The raw, unfiltered version (the one that matters).
It begins a lot like most stories, perhaps even yours. I grew up in Minnesota, the youngest of six kids, in what many would call a “normal” American family. On the outside, I was your average little girl, wandering the woods and playing with my imaginary friends. On the outside, I looked pretty normal.
I grew up in a pretty regular way. I went to college, stuck around for grad school, got married to a guy who ran a great “husband resume”, and landed my first grown-up job. It was all happening for me. Or at least, something was happening.
Find your way h[OM]e.
Located 75 minutes west of Portland, Oregon Deva Daaru YogaFarm is an old-style farmhouse in the coastal foothills, built specifically as a sacred container for yoga-based teachings and immersions. At Deva Daaru, you can unwind, and recalibrate — just as nature intended for you to do.
Everything about Deva Daaru is intentional. Everything. The farmhouse is built to hold us as close to nature as possible, though a thoughtful application of Vastu (yogic feng shui) and natural building practices. Deva Daaru was built to immerse us in the ancient teachings of Yoga and to embody the natural, practical power of the five elements (earth, water, fire, air, and space).