Thank you to the silent readers. The ones who read my work and are deeply moved or receive something from it, but do not comment or send a note about how something has touched their heart or helped them.
I think of times I went to yoga and how it helped me get through whatever I was going through, but I barely had the capacity to look the teacher in the eye on the way out and say thank you. Sometimes I wondered if the teacher thought I was rude or ungrateful, or if they were curious about why I continued to show up but didn’t engage with them much. I thought about telling them how much their classes helped me, how certain things they said made me shed tears in the back corner of the room, and how deeply grateful I was for their presence, but I couldn’t. The thought of expressing my gratitude would bring me to tears. I couldn’t even articulate what I wanted to say to them, I just knew I was grateful and I wish they knew just how grateful I was. I imagined sending the teacher gratitude (…
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