10/09/2026
I sometimes wonder where the seed of everything I do today was planted.
I think I was seven.
It was 1966 and I had an Indian teacher. She was the most loving teacher I have ever known.
Every morning she hugged all 40 children in our class. And every afternoon, she hugged us goodbye.
She told us stories of Bombay, where she was born. She taught us about India, the Gods and Goddesses, the caste system and a world completely different from my own.
But something strange happened.
It didn’t feel new to me.
It felt like a memory.
That was the beginning of my lifelong love affair with India.
Nearly 60 years later, I can see the thread running through everything — my yoga, my practice of Sanātana Dharma, my teaching and the bridges I build between different worlds.
I’ve been called a weirdo. I’ve even been called a fake by people close to me.
It never mattered.
Truth has no fear or shame.
And I remain profoundly grateful to that beautiful teacher who probably never knew what she planted in one little seven-year-old girl.
Some teachers teach us for a year.
Some change the direction of our entire lives.
