I just learned today that a very dear friend has passed.
I will remember him with great fondness as he was responsible for my meeting my mentor and teacher Gurmukh Kaur Khalsa, at a pivotal time in my life. We came together on a business trip in Los Angeles with my husband. He knew of my love of yoga, and he spent 16 hours on the roads of LA taking me from studio to studio to meet teachers, and find out more about Yoga in LA. I will always remember this as one of the most magical days of my life. Goldenbridge LA was our very last stop. My dear friend had tirelessly driven us throughout the city, interspersing yoga studios with his passion, beautiful architectural works created by his favourite architect. Although our small group which included my dear friend’s boss were clearly worn after such a long day, when Gurmukh invited us to stay for class as her guests, he took off his work shirt, rolled up his pants and jumped right into class with 75 other students for the most transformative yoga class I have ever experienced. We left the studio buzzing with energy, changed and feeling deeply connected to one another. My yoga practice completely changed because of that class. It gave me the courage I needed to teach yoga in the way that I needed to teach, based on what I felt in my heart . In the Orthodox church when someone passes they chant, “May your memory be eternal.” It is through talking about those we love that have passed, that we immortalize them and keep them alive in our hearts.