As Summer Turns to Fall

Photo credit: Philip Boag

We’ve reached the threshold of fall. The autumnal equinox will happen at 9:54 tomorrow evening here in NYC. I’ve mentioned this in my letters to you before, but it bears repeating: the equinoxes, the solstices, these moments when the season changes and the page turns, are excellent opportunities to pause and reflect.
 
Change is constant, continual, and eternally happening. We can actually see it now, all around us, in the fading flowers, the cooler temps, and the shorter nights.
 
Yet that continuous change is punctuated by moments like the equinox: turning points, pauses along the path. The equinox is in fact the precise moment when the Sun crosses over the Earth’s equator. During the hours surrounding this moment, we’ll experience equal periods of day and night, light and dark. There’s something to be noted, to be honored and observed.
 
This cyclical quality of the seasons and of nature itself mirrors that same quality in our own lives. I’ve been reflecting on this myself with the changes that have been occurring in my life – in particular, the closing of the door on a phase of my teaching.
 
For the past six years, I spent my Sunday mornings at Exhale on the Upper East Side, teaching two classes filled with lovely students. It was my Sunday ritual.
 
It was with sadness that I let these classes go at the end of the summer. I already miss those of you who practiced with me at Exhale, and I thank you for showing up and sharing your practice with me.
 
And yet – along with the sadness and nostalgia, I feel a sense of potentiality. With the closing of one door opens another. For me, in this moment, that means a focus on teaching yoga privately. More details on that in posts to come.
 
Please always feel free to reach out to me and tell me what’s going on with you. I welcome your thoughts, feedback, and musings on yoga and anything else under the sun.