I could be having a bad day. I could be heartbroken about the state of my country. I could be tired, I could be hungry. I could be temporarily off coffee. I could be worried about my kids or a myriad of perfectly acceptable things to worry about.

But stepping into the role of teacher, those things fall away and being present with my students is all there is.

As I instruct them to breathe, I breathe too.

It’s really quite a gift.

To have an occupation that encourages breath. That encourages presence. That encourages fluidity and movement, and stillness.

Each one in front of me, a Divine spark.

It doesn’t get any better than this.


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