Christmas Stamps

The other day, I spoke about my grandma and her request for stamps for Christmas, later in a conversation with my dad he reminded me that not only was that just to drop us a note, it was for a lot of other family members that I really didn’t know who lived long distance. Regardless of what the need was, this was her means of communication, her way to stay connected with family. Those stamps for her had meaning and a purpose.

Over this kind of crazy last week it really put things in perspective. I’m creating meaningful relationships with my fellow teachers and students through my work as a yoga teacher, a guide, and in turn they are not just bringing out me, they are bringing out the best version of me. Their growth is my growth. Their transparency is my transparency. 

As I write here, I guess it’s my own kind of letter. It doesn’t matter how you send it, as long as it’s authentically you that’s writing it. 

XO

LB