good bye kula
After 5 and half years, I’m leaving this space we all made sacred together.
It hurts to say good bye. I’ll miss each of your hearts. I’ll miss teaching the live music flow while you listened with all of the ears of your body. I’ll miss making playlists for us to forget ourselves to remember ourselves. I’ll miss looking up at the trees in savasana while Jen sings the cowboy song. I’ll miss how beautiful you look when you sweat. I’ll miss hanging out in reception long after class has finished. I’ll miss the way the light leaves the practice room as the sun sets. I’ll miss practicing in a circle. I’ll miss sharing circles. I’ll miss your stories. I’ll miss practicing with the windows open while it rains.
I am grateful for the ways you have showed up and so generously shared yourselves over the years. Thank you for your support. I am proud of the work that we have done together. You have taught me so much. I have learned that striving for perfection is a waste of time and that it disconnects me from my heart, from others, and from direct experience. I have learned to be kinder and gentler with myself and others. I have learned that it isn’t the mistake that determines my character but rather what I do next. I have learned that there will always be delusion in my awakening and that I need my friends and community to introduce me to the things I have yet to see. I have learned that when I do a good job of taking care of me, I do a better job of taking care of you. I have learned that this path of practice includes everything. Thank you for helping me to embrace the messy, the magic, the tragic, and the beauty. I learned to listen and respond with love instead of judgement. I have learned that I am not free until we are all free.
I am not sure what is next for me. I plan to rest in my hammock, do lots of biking, get to my sewing projects, and spend lots of time with my dear ones. If you would like to keep in touch, please sign up for my newsletter, find me on facebook, or follow me on twitter.
Wishing you the sweetest summer. With love and so many good memories,
Christi-an Slomka