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There are events in our life, where time stands still. And as we look back, in that interval of a moment, we remember exactly where we were. September 11, the assassination of John Lennon, perhaps even the day we landed on the moon.  A year ago, I was on an airplane back from Pune. As soon as I landed, the first text I read said, "Guruji has passed." I knew it was coming, but it still seemed unreal. I had seen him just a few days before he went into the hospital.  He looked tired.  He had offered his final goodbyes. He had shared everything he knew about yoga with so many people. It seemed unfair to be sad for someone who embodied his teachings.  He taught us about the Cosmic Breath, and then he joined it.  He offered his devoted prayers, practice, and work to The Lord. His final offering was himself. He deserved to rest.  This selfless man taught us about feeling unworthy, and then conquering the world through his teachings of yoga. He taught us not to feel

Dear Silvia, Today I heard that you surrendered to the light. I chanted and prayed that you have found the freedom that you sought. The news was shocking to me, because somehow in my mind, I thought you would return to the studio. Since I opened the studio, you were a full supporter. When I look back, I realize you were one of the pioneers of Iyengar Yoga in South Florida.  We met at The Point in Aventura, where you started classes with me, probably 18 years ago. I remember you warning me that you couldn’t put weight on your neck because you had had cancer of the throat in the past. You were always thin, but you decided you wanted to get strong enough to stand on your head. And you did. I recall your dedication to your practice, despite the obstacles you encountered along the way. With dedicated effort, you cultivated a valuable yoga practice. When you missed class, it was usually because you were travelling or you had sustained an injury. I remember you dragging Julian (y