5/5/2015 Remembering my Teacher![]() Remembering my Teacher You whispered into my ears, made for hearing your voice. I recognized you immediately. You gazed into my eyes, made for seeing your face. I felt your light in my heart. You poured into my mind, made for knowing you. I surrendered to the fullness. You reached into my past, made for meeting you. I gave up all that came before. You slipped into my life, made for holding you. I opened up to the touch. You slipped out of my life, made for holding you. I learn to let go. -Heather Promise |
AuthorHeather Promise is a perpetual scholar whose commitment to yoga is the guiding force in her personal, professional, and academic pursuits. Her dedication to yoga has spanned the last 15-years, and she has been teaching for nine of those years. Archives
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