everything changed. I do mean everything. That was the year of my teacher training. I leaned on the knowledge and emotional support of my fellow students and teachers. My body and emotions often felt like I couldn't go on, their love and the breath helped me to keep going, moving , trusting. That was also the year I became single. I learned that you can't go home again. That was the year that I got sober and went through menopause. That was the beginning of 18 months of fighting for my life, crying and purging all the old beliefs that I had about myself. The crying wasn't a bad thing, it truly was a purge. The foundation that was being laid was one that my life is still built on today. Simplicity of prayer, meditation, breathing, movement and self love. I think that is why I am so focused on teaching students to stay in their class, with a teacher. I stayed. I cried on my mat, laughed, got mad, detoxed and prayed. Since that time I have processed all the hurt and anger, pain of loss, dreamed bug dreams and moved in gratitude when they came true. You see, yoga is one of the pieces of the life I have rebuilt and it is sacred to me. This is why I won't do the gimicky yoga, why my classes have been consistent all of these years. I would not be able to add anything to yoga, the beauty is already in the move, the breath, the prayer and meditation. And I never know who is coming to my class that just needs yoga. Not cute, not my ego, just love and yoga. I didn't realize that my decision to take my teacher's training would change my life and am just realizing how it began a life that I only dreamed of. I am grateful to those who went before and those who will carry it forward. Thank you for saving me. Namaste
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