Learning how to teach yoga is an indescribable experience–in most cases, there’s absolutely no point in trying to explain it. Though, much like summer camp bonds you to your fellow campers as a kid, it bonds student to student–you become a family.
You spend hours and hours and hours being open and vulnerable–sharing your soul with each other. It’s an indescribable experience and an indescribable bond.
A year ago, my yoga teaching community lost our brother.
This is a loss that has cracked me open and left me raw in ways I never expected.
Still. And probably forever.
My heart never seems to stop aching for this loss.
When you’re blessed with a profound connection with another human–someone who makes you feel like you’re home just by being in the same room together–it’s special. It’s more than special.
Josh, I hope like hell you’re at peace. And I hope, wherever you are, you know how loved and missed you are. Come see me any time, and I know you already have. I love you, dear brother. Rest easy.
The Pickle Writer 