After the most frustrating week yet in Providence I headed home to teach. I have been in Philadelphia less than 24 hours and the lessons I have been taught or gently reminded of….
I love yoga. I love teaching.
I love my sister.
I love being able to surrender to a quiet shala and receive so much from so little.
I just got back from a coffee date with a student/friend/inspiration who reminded me of the real meaning of flexibility, the impact of being a good teacher, and how sorrow can bestow the deepest awareness of joy.