would be making. I cried and prayed and it was one of the most sacred yoga classes I have ever taught. ( Both babies were born healthy and on time. They are now old enough to be in school and they are amazing!)
The most stunning and heart wrenching, gratitude filled session was a private session that I taught. There was a family whose son/brother had been killed. This tore the family apart. I was the teacher of two of the family members. There were no words to say, so we got our yoga mats, placed them across from each other and began the session. The family processed the pain and with their souls reached across the studio to each other to move in unison. While I cannot tell you that was the moment the healing began, I can tell you there was a light in the room, a feeling that I may never be able to put a name to. The presence of grief and love , blending together to hold two souls.
My students have been there for me when I was going through so many life changes. Times of physical injury, emotional pain. Times when I didn't know how we were going to eat that week and just the right amount of students came so that I could buy groceries. ( and my kids and I would pray for you as we ate. )
Thank you for being the bread on my table, the sustenance of my breath and a light in my soul. I hope that you have come to love yourselves as much as I love you.
And I truly do.