End of an era
Tonight I had my last yoga class with the teacher I've been studying with for the last six (? seven?) years. She's giving up all her evening classes to spend more time with her family - baby boy of 16 mos and hubby. I managed not to cry as I handed her a card and got my last hug, but really I'm totally gutted.
When I threw a little hissy fit on twitter last week after N made the announcement, Ish reminded me that really she's leaving me with a more profound lesson in vairagya/pratyahara or detachment/non-attachment.
And I'm trying to embrace that. As I've spent the last week reflecting over my time with N, I realise how much of my practice shows her touch. Not only in my asana work, but also a deeper listening and knowing of what is happening internally and where, in this moment, is the best thing next. She's made my practice less of something I do to my body, and more of something I do for my whole being - physical being, breath and will. A unified being.
So thank you N. I'll miss you, but will always have you with me. Namaste.
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