I emerge from my tent into the soft glow of the morning sun. A deep breath in. Receive the fresh air from the surrounding forrest, the coffee plants, the scent of the fertile soil beneath my feet. Rays of golden light begin to flood the lake and the water lights up like silver. The sun bursts forth from behind the volcanos. It’s warmth kisses my skin and I glow. Soft, smooth inhale. Soft, smooth exhale. Sleepy eyes open and the community rustles into awakening with the sunrise. Sacred silence blankets the morning as we make our way to the temple for union. I light some sage and palo santo, set the space for praise. We meditate. We breath. Inviting our souls fully into presence with this body, this time and space. I’m gifted with the honor of teaching yoga.