Hello friends and fellow travelers ~
My heart aches a bit as I write to you right now.
The template for this communication was created a few weeks ago and the intention was to send it about a week ago. I've just now finished deleting all the copy I had - and am beginning again. Originally, this was a newsletter of joy and anticipation - I've created a structure to support you in your practice in an incredibly meaningful way. I was also excited to share about Love Shine Play returning this summer!
I will still share about those two things (Tulasana Sadhana)
and Love Shine Play ~
but
I've got to back up a bit and share a bit of how my life took a bit of a turn and tumble.
So. Here goes.
Where to start? Perhaps at the start of what feels like an epic unwinding of the life that I thought I was going to live. That would be in October of 2018. Without getting into details (they simply don't matter at this point) ~ I was forced to view my marriage of 25 years through a different lens and in this viewfinder, it was clear that the marriage was over.
My heart was truly broken. I felt shattered. Yet ~ am I not so fortunate? I have a practice. My yoga was my lifeline, each and every day. And for months, even into years, until June of 2020, somehow, I woke up each day and found beauty within the wreckage, peace within the disquiet, and a thrum of a better way of living and loving calling me forward.
I know the pandemic was hard on everyone but honestly, I was in so much pain when it began, that it was almost a non-thing for me. I worried for others but I was alone on a mountaintop simply hoping not to break into a million pieces. The curiosity as to whether my 30 some years of yoga practice and dedication to the practice would sustain and hold me, help me to keep showing up - that was the most alive thing for me.
And somehow, June of 2020, there was a resolving, a point of closure and a tiny spark in my heart of moving forward.
And then, in August of 2020, a student of mine went off the rails - so to speak. He had always made me a little uncomfortable with his enthusiasm for me (rather than the practice) and his efforts to spend time with me outside of class, to insert himself into my life in inappropriate ways, yet never really doing anything "wrong". At the end of last summer, this man made it known to me that all along, it was me that he was interested in and not yoga. He was threatening, violent and unstable. I attempted to work with his family to get him counseling, therapy, support for a return to wellness - yet, my efforts were rebuffed. I banned him from class and ceased all communications. Yet, he persisted. I locked my doors, looked over my shoulder, changed my running routine. I told my family and my closest friends what was happening and began spending hours and days with numerous law enforcement agencies and social support services - really to no avail. The threats, alternating with disturbing messages of "love" and desire continued. In January of 2021, it escalated to the point that I had to swear out a warrant for his arrest. And thus commenced the darkest, hardest, most terrifying leg of the journey.
On May 25th, I faced him in a court of law and he was found guilty on all three charges. He was held for 3 days in jail (I slept soundly, deeply for the first time in almost a year) and then 90 days of house arrest and a year and 1/2 of probation. He is not allowed to contact me or my family and must come no closer than 1,000 feet.
For the first time, in a long time, I felt a relief, a tentative safety and the ability to pick up the pieces of my life and begin again.
All the while, since just before the pandemic, I've been writing a book and also thinking of how I can take what yoga has given me and unfold it for you. And the original intent of this newsletter was to share that with you.
Yet again, the ground has shifted, the forces of the universe will have their way and I can only trust in beauty, in kindness, in truth, in the wild tangled green of earth as my summer looks to be much different than I thought it would be.
On Monday, May 31st, I was in a bicycling accident that I really don't remember. Paramedics came and took me in an ambulance to the hospital. I have no memory of any of this, only of regaining consciousness in the emergency room.
It's not so bad - I suffered a major concussion, head lacerations and stitches and two fractures to my hip. I can only walk with crutches right now and am grateful for the sweet blessing of being able to move, even if it is slow as molasses and limited.
And here I sit, tapping away to you on my laptop, knowing that it will be a little while before I can do yoga with you again. I was discharged from the hospital a day later with the instructions that I wouldn't be able to practice for 3 months. But I am deeply and mightily resolved for it to be a matter of weeks before I return to kriya and flow and practice.
So - please wish me well in my physical healing. I have a previously healthy body and I eat so very well. Food is medicine.
Please keep practicing, keep showing up on your mat, your efforts at yoga are not in vain, they are a continual investment in who you are and what you have to offer.
I have found a wonderful substitute teacher to take over my classes on the Core to Coeur platform. A dearly loved old friend and colleague. I'll share more about him later in the newsletter.
I'm so sorry for how long this has been, this narrative, all about me ~ but goodness! You are all caught up now and whether it was the concussion or just my life, I wasn't quite sure where to start, so it seemed best to go back to the extreme pivot of 2018 and begin there.
Please keep reading for:
~ Tulasana Sadhana unveiling
~ Love Shine Play Magic
~ Sujjan Saroop! the wonderful teacher who will take over my classes until I can return
Thank you for reading this far. You are in my prayers, my meditations. I wish a life of beauty for you ~ may you walk in beauty, may you see beauty, may you be surrounded by love and kindness.
With all of my love, always, all ways,
Sierra