I’ve attended this event since its inception and am, once again, humbled to be in the presence of such incredible teachers. While I may often teach a more vinyasa flow style of yoga in my classes, going back to the roots of my cherished Ashtanga practice is like mainlining inspiration and tradition. You can’t help but feel connected to each and every Ashtangi–whether they are practicing beside you in the hundreds, or are someplace else in the world. The thread that Sri K Pattabhi Jois started runs through each of us, and his spirit was palpable in every breath and every moment.
This year, we were joined by Manju Jois, son of Amma and Pattabhi Jois. The tales he told about his parents and growing up in a home that was legendary to so many of us kept us rapt by his words. It was touching to hear in his voice the love and respect he had (and still has) for his parents. His dedication to the practice and sharing it around the world has kept him full of vim and vigor. (It’s hard to believe he will be 70 this year!)
It was an honor to attend–thank you to so many yogis who covered my classes while I was gone. Namaste.