A friend of mine in the #mkeyoga scene once told me that I was the first person she practiced next to that gave her silent permission to modify her practice. I remember later, once we finally got to know each other, telling her that no matter the yoga class, no matter the yoga teacher, and no matter the physical skill level, there would always be something to glean and learn from every encounter on the yoga mat. You just have to pay attention and want to learn.
I’ve had so many teachers. So many. I have learned from every passing acquaintance, teacher, fellow practitioner, short-term and long-term friend, lover, family member, and person on the street. I am open to learn from all of my experiences, no matter the intentional involvement from the other end. I have learned the most from lost acquaintances and the hardest practices of self-reflection. The path to wisdom is bumpy and spotted with mistakes, but the true learning comes from not giving up or walking away.