When does our journey begin?

Is it in the womb?

In our first Peak Experience of Spiritual Awakening?

Or is it before we come to live this life - somewhere between The Void and Conception?

Six years before the first Argentine Tango lesson, I went to live with a Sage who introduced me to authors whose works would help reshape my life.

He lived quite simply and on purpose.

When I first entered his home, I saw that there was one straight-backed, wooden chair, a blue yoga mat, a small TV for Letterman, a bedroll, and books - legions of books by names I'd never heard.

These thinkers were the closest semblance of a community of peers he'd been able to create in the southern town where he lived. Although they'd never met, the authors were his friends, and through him, they became my friends too.

The Sage prefers to remain anonymous. If he chooses, at some point, to give permission for his name to be revealed, I will gleefully indulge you, but for now, out of respect for his wish for privacy, I must keep his identity a secret.

The books I found in his minimally furnished home were the cobblestones, which paved the way for the woman I am today to come into existence.

Over the course of our 5 year cohabitation, the learning continued, and still continues today. Although we are no longer lovers, we remain... Love.

It is my desire to share with you, the gifts that I have been given, because to keep them locked away would seem to me a tragedy.

Come with me.

Whether you dance or watch. Whatever your Path of Practice may be, let us Tango Down The Rabbit Hole together so that we might better understand one another and ourselves.

Love,

Tanguera Leela