You won’t realise the gravity behind when I thank you. Unless my face shows more than I know, but even then, you won’t know the history or the reasons behind my gaze. You have provided me therapy for the last few years, every week – solitude in one hour with strangers and your instruction. You are reliable. It’s more than what you say. It’s turning up each week with something new and interesting for us to fall into step with; completely losing ourselves with your guidance. Sometimes I feel so heavy in my heart with emotion, freedom, to release. Sometimes I lose myself under your words and I secretly let fueled tears burst from the sides of my eyes hoping you won’t see me and worry I am not okay. But, I am. I am more okay in that room of practice because of what you teach. My chest rises with the breath you give us. You have saved me these past years.
Your dedication is admirable and inspirational. The effort you put in to learn and be a master is a character trait rare to come across in some worlds. I enjoy from you the passion for routine and rhythm, and I share your energy. That comes across powerfully from you – in a good way. In a stable and amazing way. To conduct a whole room of people how you do, with authority but friendliness and kindness as well, is a wonderful gift. I trust you. We trust you. You show us other ways, in mind and laughter.
When hearing of your new chapter I am reminded of a mandala illustrating the circles of life. Not the big circle, the smaller ones within our own life stories sometimes overlapping to create a beautiful new shade of colour, like in a venn diagram. How I can enter your arena in a difficult time for me facing my own challenges of love and personal development; and here we are drawing another circle, taking another turn, yet we are more in peace with each-other’s movements. We have crossed over to a new formation and created another balance which can’t fall down because the mat slips away; memories can’t be erased because the room gets bigger, the distance greater. Memories can only fade with time, but the body will always be thankful and store the sounds of early mornings on the white rocks overlooking the sun rise and the clinging of another glass celebrating a day lifting feet to sky. The sound of your voice is the one I hear asking me to forgive, to relax, and let everything go. I am so grateful for you creating another circle in my soul to help me always find home again, and in that moment I am sent to my inner quiet waka floating to the gods of the misty clouds.