one.

My earliest memory of becoming a student in this collective was when I was lead by a teacher in an introductory yoga class. She held space for me in a way that I was able to feel my body being breathed and then go deeper to inquire into something greater than my Self; that life was in a sense living me. Her presence was life changing in that moment. 

Today, she attends my classes as a student with what I can only compassionately assume are the versions of fears, hopes and inquiries that still mirror mine today. After she told me that she received deep healings in our classes together, I realized that I saw myself in her. That the separation between teacher and student, healer and healed is an illusion and that we might actually reside somewhere in the quiet waters behind what we perceive as each other. That we heavily tune into serendipitous moments to one day understand that it was simply an experience of our own reflection. And that in deep gratitude we sit on to another while all the while the other was us. Beneath the skin, below the mind, transcended from the awareness, lies this beautiful body of water of true love that holds all of our experiences of duality; separation, togetherness; teacher and student. It’s only when we collide time and time again that we remember we are together in this and birthed from the same truth. ⠀