For the past two years, Drishti has become my way of beginning the year, more importantly bidding farewell to the running year from the inside out. Vinyasa is already a place that feels special to me, but Drishti carries a kind of magic that goes deeper than the beauty of the space or the warmth of the people—both of which I’m lucky to experience all year round whenever I can.
In yogic terms, it feels like a return to my centre—a settling of the mind, breath, and inner gaze before stepping into a new cycle. From that place of stillness, Drishti fills me with prana that lasts long after the sessions end, as if a gentle internal compass is set for the rest of the year. It aligns something subtle, something essential.
Every time I sit in that circle, I’m reminded of why I return: because Drishti gives me more than moments; it gives me direction.
I feel endlessly grateful to have been a part of it, year after year.