One of Bob‘s first students from the late 70s attended class yesterday morning. He was still living in Seattle when I arrived in the late 90s. The three of us worked together on a piece of performance art back then, deepening our connection as he continued to take classes from both of us.
To see him in our new location after he’s been living out of state for over a decade brought a sense of continuity through all we experience. I could see in his mouth the downturn of days, uplifted by his silly sense of humor. I recognized myself in his feet, in the way that each student’s foot prints are indelibly stamped on my soul.
What do you recognize in yourself that you can only see when you look at someone else? How deep are the connections in your community? Ki to Happiness remembers herself to everyone’s efforts along the path.