We've not met. Not in this lifetime. Still, today, I light a candle for you. Your own light has shone brightly in my life. Your teaching, this incredible system, lit a path in what felt was relative darkness. Your work has changed me, my life, from who I thought I was to who I believe I truly must be. For this, I am eternally grateful.
I feel your energy. In Mysore, at the shala. In the mysore rooms in Manila. Up here, at Cohiba in Boracay Island where we practice to the rising sun. Down the ways at The Temple, where I do my best to participate in this wondrous tradition. In rooms all around the world, where this deep rhythmic breath fuels the fluidity of yogasana movement. Oh the lives you have shifted! And mine among them.
I don't pretend to have figured things out. I continue to be a student. Stumbling and learning. Feeling challenged and humbled. Constantly surprised by how little I know, constantly overcome by awe of each and every day that unfolds with this ashtanga practice.
I feel so incredibly blessed to have been given this tool, this key, to living fully, wholly, freely.
Thank you, Guruji.