This week has so much meaning for me. At the time you read this, I’ll have taught my last regular practice at Yoga Dear before packing up our home and moving to the Ocean State. I’ve been avoiding it. The feelings, I mean. I’ve been busying myself with future plans for the business, hiring new staff, finding a place to live in Providence, taking care of Bodhi, and trying to sell our house.
Now...the reality starts to hit. And, I’m filled with many things - gratitude, sadness, love, strength, immense pride, longing, excitement, nostalgia. But, here’s one I haven’t been expecting…
It surprised me, too, and you might be scratching your head, like, Seriously?? Girl is relieved to leave this place?? It’s not about the leaving. It’s about knowing that what I’ve built doesn’t really need me anymore. Whew, if you could see me, the tears are really falling now.
Over the three years in building this space, I’ve:
- Walked up to EVERY business on Market St. telling them about our mission here
- Written over 200+ letters for Yoga Dear & now Yoga Dear Mama
- Taught 12+ classes a week before hiring more teachers (thank goodness for our teachers)
- Cleaned the bathroom and scrubbed our floors
- Called 500+ clients to check in on their experience not only at YD, but with yoga in general
- Built sold-out retreats and teacher training programs
- Taught hundreds of different souls
- Encouraged you to meet and truly care for each other
- And most of all, I’ve carefully created sessions that showcase how yoga is a full 8-limbed practice, and that asana (the poses) is merely a fraction of it
In short, I’ve hustled. I’ve worked hard. I’m feeling relief because when I leave, I’ll know that the community is in your hands and will continue without my daily presence. You get it. You read these letters and you roll out your mat at Yoga Dear, you meditate in your bedroom or you take deep breaths in your boardroom. You understand that yoga is a lifestyle. It’s not about how many asanas you do in an hour. It’s not about the binds and the arm balances and the inversions. It’s about choosing to love and accept you. That’s what I hoped you'd learn to understand. I know that you'll share that with those that walk through not only our doors, but yours, too.
Now, it’s time for me to let go of what I know, to welcome new opportunities for Yoga Dear and also for me. Thank you for allowing me to teach you. Thank you for being willing to listen. Thank you for spreading the message far and wide that yoga is a practice, a lifestyle, a technology. That it's magic is within you already.
I'm not sure exactly what happens when we go to Providence. I'm not sure where I'll teach, if I'll teach in the same way. My hands are open, though. My heart is willing. I'm surrendering to what is being asked of me in this moment, to growing where I’m planted, even if it makes me cry. I'm so so proud of you, of Yoga Dear, of the people this community has touched. Thank you for making it so hard to leave. Thank you for honoring and holding space for its future. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
P.S. You might be wondering when we are actually moving to Providence. We’re likely moving in about three weeks, and by then we’ll have a dedicated manager in place for the studio. Please know, that even though this is a farewell, it is not goodbye. I always knew Yoga Dear was much bigger than me and that a move was inevitable. I’m still writing these weekly letters and reading messages from you. I’ll still be teaching and sharing yoga knowledge. I have dreams of new offerings and platforms that I’ll hope you’ll be a part of. So promise me you’ll keep in touch, okay? Please follow our adventures over on my Instagram pages @leannematullo & @yogadearmama.