I must apologize. I feel like I have been very brief over the last week. Time has a way of intensifying at the end in Mysore and that is precisely what has been going on.
Practice has been flowering. It has also been strong. Every year I come here thinking if only I had a daily shala to go to, then it is so evident, so clear, I am at home with practice. Today at lunch someone was saying how they could never have a home alone practice, thank god for their shala. I said this, if you can practice by yourself you LOVE it, if not you may just like it.
I feel that I have packed and unpacked so many time since the move to Providence in 2008. Even this year every time I unpacked from a teaching trip I felt like I turned around and packed right back up again. There is SO much I am taking with me from these past 6 weeks. I can’t wait to unpack it in workshops with students.
Denotes a succession of teachers and disciples. In October I will begin my 7th year of daily Ashtanga Yoga practice. I am proud to have such love and light in my line(age)
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