Why I broke up with the yoga community.

Two years ago my lineage got attacked.
People were being starved.
People were being murdered.
And I watched it happen in real time on my phone.

I always knew it was wrong.
But I thought when the world saw it, things would change.

Instead, I watched my yoga teacher friends post about matcha lattes.
TikTok dances.
Thirst trap selfies.
Look, I get it. We all need breaks from heavy shit.

But here's what broke me:
If we're ignoring Palestine, we're ignoring everyone else too.
The homeless. Congo. Libya. The rise of real antisemitism in the West.

So I had to ask myself a question that changed everything.
Why are we preaching love and light while doing nothing for our neighbors who are suffering?

It was like washing my eyes with soap.
Painful. Sobering.
But I could finally see clearly.

This identity of "Yoga Teacher" that so many of us cling to?
It's become fuel for individualism instead of a tool for community awakening.

A good yoga training expands your worldview.
It teaches you about yourself AND how to show up for others.

But here's the thing nobody talks about:
Yoga is 5,000 years old. Some of its philosophies are outdated.
Practice is a chapter. Not the whole story.

Eventually you gotta return to the world and USE the light you've found.
To play.
To create.
To love.

I used to meditate three hours a day.
It healed me in ways I can't measure.
But it's not forever.
I don't want to hide in a cave and transcend society.
I want to spread love through actual hands-on work in my community.

So no, I'm not your guru.
I don't have all the answers.
And any yoga teacher that claims they do is misguided.

My work is different.
We ask hard questions together.
We practice ancient tools while living in the modern world.
I'm the guide on the side. Blazing trails with you.
Sharing what I've learned.
Walking toward the other side hand in hand.

If this appeals to you, stick around.
We’re just getting started.