Last Thursday night, my Love took me out in Williamsburg, to a bar I’ve now seen in all seasons. We clinked our glasses and toasted to my New Yorkaversary.
Two years, pals. It’s been two years.
Year One was about perspiration, planting seeds and barely sleeping.
Year Two has been about sowing those seeds, and while there were a few frustrations, I am beginning to see everything come to fruition.
This year I made Brooklyn my home.
I became an auntie for the second time.
My cat finally joined me as a New Yorker.
I survived a Super Storm
a treehouse made from fallen branches in the Brooklyn Botanic Garden
and consequently learned to bike again.
I met the love of my life.
And started seeing hearts everywhere
And the big jump I made, that I hardly told anyone about?
I started teaching full-time. Which meant new and diverse communities of students in addition to my well-loved ones.
I am grateful for all of you, and all you continue to share with me. Your grace, strength, irreverant humor and gentle wisdom has been my greatest teacher.
The reason I grin at you so wide, with my hands at heart center at the end of each class, is because I am so in love with all of you. There are days I feel like I could burst from the love of this all.
Thank you for making this place feel like home.
To many more years – and to the ♥ of New York -
yogini and the city
