good bye kula

After 5 and half years, I’m leaving this space we all made sacred together.  

It hurts to say good bye. I’ll miss each of your hearts.  I’ll miss teaching the live music flow while you listened with all of the ears of your body. I’ll miss making playlists for us to forget ourselves to remember ourselves. I’ll miss looking up at the trees in savasana while Jen sings the cowboy song. I’ll miss how beautiful you look when you sweat. I’ll miss hanging out in reception long after class has finished. I’ll miss the way the light leaves the practice room as the sun sets. I’ll miss practicing in a circle. I’ll miss sharing circles.  I’ll miss your stories. I’ll miss practicing with the windows open while it rains.