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Hi. Not sure how it’s been going in IG world, but here’s a six-month hug redux. Starting yesterday, back to Nov 10.

Intent of the year: be sweet to each other. Ernesto said it to John the night Sharathji died. Next morning I passed it on to the group in Charlottesville. In a hall heavy-scented with stargazer lilies, sacramental chai, and the salt of a million tears. Let us be sweet to each other.

Half a year already. I’ve mostly taught at the Michigan shala. Trips also to NYC, SLC, MT, Paris, Amsterdam, Italy. A connection tour.

Sharathji’s death creates a void of structure and authority. A power vacuum. Another way to say this is freedom. Sometimes it may be more than we can handle.

It’s normal to respond with despair. Chaos. Opportunism. Intrigue. Fighting. Rejection. Escape. More trauma.

But what about choosing sweetness, treasuring, trust, reconciliation, vulnerability, creativity, discipline, passion. We have the freedom. 

I feel…. Love is all that matters. Not in a fake stupid way. In a discerning way. Love is a warm blanket; love is a knife to cut away delusion.

I predict that this year’s feelings will leave long term traces. The flash of our shock will be a fixative for how we feel for years to come. 

Now is a fertile time between paradigms.
There need be no new structure yet. It’s not correct. We need a year. For now we are halfway through replenishing the soil.

🤍🕯️✨
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🌟New Stillpoints Podcast🌟

I’m so excited to share with you the return of the Stillpoints Podcast. It begins again with a special new series called Memories of Sharath, where we honor the life and legacy of Sharath Jois, a teacher who shaped so many Ashtanga practices and lives.

Over the next few weeks I’ll be releasing new episodes and voices. I have spoken to so many people about Sharath and his profound impact on them.

In this first episode, I’m joined by some very special guests who share their personal stories and memories of Sharath. From his humor and humility to his deep dedication to the practice, these stories offer a unique look into his life behind the teachings.

✨ Episode One Featured Contributors:
	•	Joanne Darby
	•	Mark Darby
	•	Angela Jamison
	•	Petri Raisanen
	•	Hamish Hendry
	•	Greg Nardi
	•	Kino & Tim
	•	Sushmitha
	•	Olivier David
	•	Shelley Washington
	•	David Kessel

These memories make up just a small part of Sharath’s profound impact on the world of Ashtanga yoga, and I’m honored to share them with you.
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Thank you to @simply______elle for the beautiful editing 🧡
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🎧 Listen to Episode 1 now! Link in bio.

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He showed me my capability and always led me to my heart. He pointed out my weakness and squashed my strengths. He simply made me lighter by showing me the heavy. He was my source of discipline and play. 

He made me laugh, so much. 

He would always say to me “always smiling, always laughing” and I would tell him “well you are too” and that would make us both laugh more.

Grateful to you @sharathjoisr for my lifestyle, my community, and being my guide all of these years on this wild ride of Ashtanga yoga.

“You are my guru because you love ice cream” ♥️ ..and so much more.
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It’s easy for the day-to-day to slip from ritual to routine. You lose sight of the bigger picture, forget to zoom in and out, gross to subtle. At the core, yoga, and service work, are a practice of love. It takes hard work to surrender to the vulnerability of this truth. Practice, teaching, devotion to hospitality – they all work the energy body. The Gita says, śraddhā – faith – “is where one places one’s heart.”

I had started to write this as I was planning to return to India this February, for the first time in about five years. Going back to charge up at the source. (India is an origin country for coffee too.) I’ve had to fight for it, cracking open space, plowing through fear and resistance, deep grooves of attachment and aversion. Sometimes you have to climb a thousand dusty steps and elbow your way through the crowds to receive the blessings.

As anyone who does hospitality work thoughtfully knows, this work is mind-control, holding space a continual refinement of infinitely subtle awareness, an unraveling of layers and patterns of conditioning. If it is to be sustainable, it needs support. Tools need sharpening.

I went last week back to where it began for me, to convene with teachers, as students, bright eyes and open hearts. Guruji, our teacher – our teachers’ teacher – came from India to gather us around him. He died, suddenly, a bolt of lightning to the heart, in our midst, in the mountains, on a beautiful fall day, blue sky and crisp forest air. 

The normally subtle conduits that flow between our hearts were torn wide open this past week. We held each other in a bounded, sacred space of healing and true collective self-practice that was almost too powerful for my heart to hold. Yoga only exists in relationship. Community is there. I’m so, so grateful, and I have so much love for you all.

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