I miss gathering. I miss what happens when the notebooks are set down because something off-book has risen up in the space to be held, to be heard, to be seen. The moments when the collective holding is needed. I miss having the room for spontaneity. When the itinerary can be put aside for what is most needed... even if what is needed is a break. Or some fun in the sun. I love being in circle, gathering around a table and eating together. Singing around the fire. Going to bed with the sounds of the jungle. And waking up and heading to do my morning practice outside and walking past my fellow friends, reading and sipping their coffee. Those special times (maybe the only time) where all our needs are taken care of, where we can be held, let go, and receive. There is something different about immersions. About these moments in life where all is paused and we can go deep, inside ourselves and with each other. There is a freedom that exists inside an immersion that is difficult to recreate anywhere else.

Learning doesn't only happen in the classroom, but over breakfast, on a walk, during an unexpected conversation, or in the silence shared between breaths.

It is lived.