Day 22 of #27DaysofGratitude. Im extremely grateful for my brothers from other mothers, and Im also grateful that there are too many to name here. Some teach at the studio, some offer wise counsel in business matters, some share our love for art and photography.These three in particular are my Yoga brothers from other mothers. I began reading Richard Rosens books in the nineties. They are extremely helpful for both students and teachers because his language is so clear. In real life, Richard is kind, brilliant, charming and I think hes so funny. He photographs and he loves music. He lives inside a world of books. His inner world is beautiful. He is an endless resource for anyone earnestly studying this tradition (he happens to be coming to run a workshop on the foundations of asana at Breathe Los Gatos tomorrow afternoon. Come learn from the best). I met Gary Kissiah several years ago. He had reinterpreted the yoga sutras and was donating the proceeds of the book to a school in Rishikesh, India, a great sign that I was dealing with a great man. He was also kind and brilliant and so easy to be with. A lawyer in a past life, a musician and passionate photographer, he lead the Nepal trip with me last spring, he leads our Amsterdam trip in April and yes, Tibet in July (info coming soon on that one). Hes instrumental in working with Yoga Alliance to become more useful to studio owners and teachers in California and nationally. His talks on philosophy and ethics are brilliant. He is highly creative, he loves climbing mountains, I trust him implicitly and appreciate the comfort and range of our friendship. We do not ever tire of talking. And then Mark Singleton, a redwood among men, also spends much time around books, music and nature. I became over-the-top passionate about attempting to understand yogas origins after I read his book, YogaBody, (a book that every student of yoga should read, period). I went to India again - and again -- and again -- and again, and then began writing a book of my own. No way would that ever have happened had I not met him. When Ive come out of Indian monsoons and cremation grounds, he has been there quietly supporting me to take the next step in a series of absolutely absurd adventures that have tested my capacities in every way. And the way this man strings together sentences is unreal. A truly caring person and always polite, he has helped me find my voice as a writer by being superhumanly patient and reading tomes of absolute shite. If we get psychological about it, my dad was surrounded by books, he read them and he wrote them. My dad came from a family of musicians. He was deeply thoughtful and real, kind, trustworthy and good. But most of all, he was always there for me. So are these three and many other incredible men in my life, each in there own way, and Im entirely grateful.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 04:59:49 +0000
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