Love letter to you. You know who you are.

community. gratitude. inner power yoga

I love you.
You know who you are. 
You are the reason I keep trying. 

You were the first one to trust me with your downward facing dog. 
You were the last person to leave last week's zoom call.
You've seen it all. My tenderness and scars. My triumphs and disgrace. 
You dare to look. You give me grace. 
And I love you for it. 

I love your face. 

You came over to my house that one night, nearly two decades ago, 
when I was lonely for deep company and hungry for the new perspective you would bring...
the wine. the ideas. everything. 
We called it the Goddess Gathering. 
I wanted to know what you know. 
Because I love you. 

Because you believed in me when my confidence wavered. 
I can't even count the love seeds you gave when
​you supported our seva in West Africa and Pine Ridge Reservation...
when you built sets at Yoga Rocks Mountain Fest or the Rocky Mountain Yoga Conference. 
You came. 
You sang. 
You made time for us. 
I found new confidence in your Basic Goodness. 

You brought hope to the Soul Artist Studio when it was build on a broken heart. 
a defiant 
and ambition broken heart
determined to make a new start
to make Soul Art
to sing a new song over old bones. 

I was never alone. 
You reminded me to listen for the beating spaces, 
for the meeting places,
for the meaning in between the gasps for air. 

I love you.
You know who you are. 
You were right there. 

You are the men who helped me build schools. 
who leapt of cliffs into the seven sacred pools
,..the women who formed a wisdom circle around my womb.
You gave me room to make mistakes. 
and I've made many in my day. And I'll make more, 
but you love me anyway. That's what love is for. 
Its for seeing and believing that there's something new in store–
something worth trying for. 

This is for you, over there. 
You there. 
You care to read this letter down to this line. 
May Love flood into your human experience; from mine.
It's just about time to check all our barriers at the door. 
To enter the chamber. To kiss the floor and to sit down at the table of the mystics. 
Those who tried to show us what love is. 

Could you be loved? 
...and BE LOVE? 
beyond the opposites.
without an end.
eternally transforming.
turning and returning again and again
to the guru within, as a student. 
As a teacher. 

​...As a friend. ​