Sitting Among My Teachers: On Honour, Humility, and Coming Home
Last night was one of those moments that lives inside you — the kind of experience that softens something within while simultaneously igniting a deeper fire. I had the immense honour of sitting in a room surrounded by some of my favourite teachers, mentors, and guides during our studio meeting. Humans who have not only inspired me on my journey but who, quite literally, taught me how to teach.
These are the teachers who have shaped my voice, my practice, and my heart. The ones whose classes I step into multiple times a week. The ones who continue to remind me what it means to show up — fully, authentically, and with devotion. To sit among them as both a student and a teacher was humbling beyond words.
Even now, as I write, my heart is full and a little tender. To be invited into that space felt sacred — not just because of who was there, but because of the intention that brought us together: to learn, to listen, and to grow as a community.
The Honour of Being in the Room
From the moment I arrived, I could feel the energy humming — the collective devotion, the years of experience, the love of practice radiating from everyone around me. I paused often just to breathe it in, knowing I was witnessing something rare and deeply special.
I’ve always believed yoga is less about the shapes we make and more about the spaces we create — within ourselves and together. Last night reminded me of that truth in the most profound way. The room itself felt alive — with wisdom, with presence, with the subtle energy of something bigger than any one of us.
When Imposter Syndrome Walks In
And yet, as beautiful as it was, sitting in that room also brought up a deep wave of imposter syndrome.
As sharing began — sharing their insights, their experiences, their years of study and devotion — I felt that familiar tug:
"Do I belong here? Am I enough? Have I earned this seat?"
These are the humans who shaped me. Who taught me how to guide breath, how to hold space, how to move bodies and souls with intention. To sit beside them as a peer felt both surreal and intimidating.
But somewhere between the silence and the laughter, something shifted. I remembered that being part of this circle isn’t about knowing everything. It isn’t about mastery or perfection or comparison. It’s about showing up fully — as a student first, with curiosity and humility, always willing to learn.
Yoga, after all, isn’t something we arrive at. It’s something we return to — over and over again. And as I softened into that truth, the doubts quieted. I realized I belong here, not because I have it all figured out, but because I’m willing to keep showing up.
A Living, Breathing Community
More than anything, last night reminded me that yoga is alive. It’s not something fixed on the mat or bound to the poses; it moves through us — hand to hand, heart to heart. It lives in the way we gather, in the stories we share, and in the quiet moments between words when presence says more than language ever could.
To sit among the very humans who taught me how to teach — the ones who continue to guide me multiple times a week, who shape the way I hold space, and who inspire me endlessly — felt like being cradled in the roots of this practice. It was a reminder of the lineage we’re all a part of, this invisible thread that connects teacher to student, student to teacher, over and over again.
I left carrying a sense of possibility, a quiet knowing that there is still so much more to explore — in my own practice, in community, and in the spaces we create together. And beneath it all, I left carrying gratitude.
Gratitude for this space. Gratitude for this path.
Gratitude for these teachers.
Gratitude for the reminder that none of us are walking it alone.
Closing the Circle
As I write these words, I feel a deep sense of belonging — not because of achievement or expertise, but because last night reminded me of something simple and profound:
We’re all walking this path together.
Teachers, students, seekers, humans.
We learn from each other. We hold each other. We inspire each other.
What began as a night meant for connection and alignment within our beautiful space unfolded into something much deeper — an invitation into introspection, gratitude, and reflection. I left feeling cracked open in the most expansive way, so full of reverence for this practice and this community that it inspired me to sit here today and write these words.
I am humbled, honoured, and endlessly grateful to keep learning alongside such incredible beings — the ones who lit this path for me and continue to guide me forward.
To everyone in that room: thank you. For your wisdom, your generosity, and the spaces you create where we can gather, soften, and grow together.
With so much love and devotion,
Sativa
