“The highest function of love is that it makes the loved one a unique and irreplaceable being.”
Yesterday, was my first day teaching yoga classes in Stockholm. Feels good! Yogayama is a beautiful space. Large. Warm. Welcoming. If ever in the neighborhood I would recommend stopping in. There's also an outstanding vegetarian restaurant on the second floor. It's absolutely, positively, delicious and amazing, in every way. Who can beat it? Take a yoga class. Then venture upstairs and delight in a healthy meal. Nice.
There's always a bit of trepidation entering a new space when teaching. However, the warmth and graciousness extended has made any sense of nervousness, or insecurity wash away. For that, I'm utterly grateful.
The culmination of energy found in a room of yoga practitioners never ceases to amaze and astound. The pulsation of unified breath opens the door to deeper states of consciousness, and to observe, when leading a class, is always a humbling experience.
As I continue to practice. As I continue to teach. I see how it's all one and the same. A diving inward. A giving outward. In those intimate moments it becomes all about service.