11/11/2025
It’s hard to put into words what Sharath Jois meant to me — as a teacher, as a friend, and as someone who truly shaped my life.
I first met him, along with Pattabhi Jois and Saraswathi, at a workshop in New York. I was so deeply moved by their energy and devotion to the lineage that I knew I had to get to India. So I did — year after year, beginning in 2005.
In those early years, Sharath helped me with more than just practice. When my luggage was lost and Air India sent me a local check to replace everything, Sharath personally helped me open a bank account. When my apartment was robbed in the middle of the night in 2006, he and Saraswathi helped me get home.
Over time, he became not just a teacher, but a real friend.
In 2009, he authorized me to teach. Pattabhi Jois passed later that year, and it was Sharath who held the lineage steady, with grace and strength. He told me to go home and open a shala, to teach the traditional Mysore method, and carry it forward.
When I went to Mysore pregnant in 2010, he was gentle and watchful. In later trips with Kaiden, he always asked about him, always remembered. I have memories of our boys, Sambhav and Kaiden, playing together in Mysore — ordinary moments that now feel sacred.
In 2013, when I went through a painful personal separation, Sharath offered words that gave me strength. He had a way of saying things that landed, direct, kind, and wise.
My last trip to India was in 2018, before my nerve damage. In 2019, everything changed. My practice was stripped down to breath and grief. Then the pandemic came, and the world closed — including the Shala in India.
Years later, I saw Sharath again in Miami. I was still healing. My body wasn’t whole. I was scared. But he didn’t hesitate. He told me, “Go slow. Do what you can. Skip what you can’t.” He even asked me to join his Led Second class — I felt ridiculous, but I showed up. He always made me feel like I belonged.
Last year, I returned to Miami again, still regaining strength. After class he pulled me aside and said, “Your function has improved so much since just last year.” Then he asked me to assist him in Mysore that week. I could have cried.
A few weeks later, I traveled to Virginia for his Active Series training — and I was there when he passed.
The silence was overwhelming. The love was palpable.
He changed so many of our lives, not just through the method, but through his unwavering support, clarity, and care.
Sharathji’s teachings live in the rhythm of our Mysore room. They live in every breath we take, every student we guide, every time we choose discipline with compassion.
, I miss you deeply. The world feels different without you.