WITH GRATITUDE
Naming and honoring those who have come before, walked beside, or shaped my path is itself a practice of relational repair—reminding me that healing is never solitary
This work is not mine alone.
It lives in me because of those who walked before me, sat beside me, guided me, challenged me, held me, and pointed me back to myself.
It lives in my breath, in my bones, in the rituals I carry and the rhythms I return to.
This is not a comprehensive list—it is a living altar.
To the Root Teachers
To the yoga lineages that continue to shape me.
To my teachers who embodied presence, patience, and humility.
To the mentors who invited me to bow deeper, listen longer, and return to the mat again and again.
To the sacred texts that continue to unfold their meaning—
living philosophy that reminds me:
every path becomes a path of healing when I walk it with presence.
To the Teachers of Healing and Social Justice
You know who you are.
Thank you for giving me language to name harm,
for helping me see systems of injustice, visible and invisible,
and for showing me that trauma is both personal and collective—
and that my liberation is inextricably tied to yours.
To the ones who made space for grief
and perspective without punishment.
To those who taught me that I always have choice.
To the Earth and Her Elements
To the ocean, who holds my tears.
To the mountain, who teaches me silence.
To the trees, who teach me resilience.
To the breath—always with me.
To the fire that burns and illuminates.
To the moon, who teaches me to be cyclical.
To my bleed, who reminds me that rest is part of growth.
To My Children
This is for you,
and because of you.
May you be who you are before you were told who to be
May you find empty at the bottom of the breath
May you be free.
To my Sacred Crew
To my family,
the ones who walked with me when the path was unclear.
To the friends who witness the becoming.
To the women who cried and prayed and laughed all in the same breath.
To those who held space, not solutions.
To the ones who left and to the ones who stayed.
This work lives because of your presence.
You are my lineage, too.
To the Ones I’m Calling In
To the mystics
The alchemists
The witches
The ones who believe in magic
The ones who listen beyond words
The edge-walkers, the beauty-makers, the brave hearts
The ones who know healing is sacred, and also messy, and also slow
If you feel the hum beneath these words—
maybe we’re meant to build it together.
