The Practice That Has Been Carried to Us

Beautiful Soul,

On those occasions when you can’t make it to yoga —
when it snows and the roads are closed (as happened last week for many of us!), the schedule shifts, or life simply interrupts —it can feel like the practice has paused.

And yet… yoga is still here.

Yoga has never depended on a studio, a schedule, or even a teacher standing at the front of the room. Long before it was ever written in a book or photographed on a beach at sunrise, it was carried — heart to heart, voice to voice, generation to generation.

For thousands of years, these teachings were not written down. They were memorized. Recited. Protected. Passed carefully from teacher to student in sacred trust. Imagine the devotion required for that. Imagine the reverence.

There were sages who sat in deep contemplation, listening for truth.
There were gurus who taught not for fame, but for preservation.
There were practitioners who kept showing up — not for flexibility, but for freedom.

Because of them, we have yoga.

We have practices that steady the mind when it spirals.
We have breath that anchors us when the world feels uncertain.
We have teachings that gently remind us how to live with more awareness, compassion, and integrity.

It humbles me to think about how old this river of wisdom is — and that somehow, it has flowed all the way to us.

We are not the beginning of yoga.
We are part of its continuation.

Every time we pause before reacting…
Every time we choose compassion over judgment…
Every time we breathe instead of brace…

We are honoring those who came before us.

Yoga is more than postures.
It is more than movement.
It is a living tradition — one that has survived wars, cultural shifts, colonization, modernization, and commercialization — because its core is timeless.

And perhaps that is the real miracle.

Even when we cannot gather.
Even when we cannot unroll the mat.

Yoga remains.

It lives in our breath.
It lives in our choices.
It lives in our willingness to keep learning.

May we practice with gratitude.
May we study with humility.
May we carry this ancient gift with care.

And may we remember — we are not just doing yoga.

We are part of something that has been lovingly kept alive for over ten thousand years.

What an honor that is.

Hugs!

Jami

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