18/12/2025
Sometimes I slip into classes.
Last minute. Just another body.
And, every single time, I’m reminded of why Light House exists.
It’s in the door creaking closed, and the circle of bodies beginning again, together.
In how the teacher feels the mood, the bodies, the day, the room.
In how nothing is forced, nothing performed. Nothing expected.
Some of these teachers have been here a full two years. Some for two months. But all of these teachers have become the true north of this place.
Yoga is called a practice because you don’t arrive ready, or perfect.
You arrive human.
And you return to practice.
These teachers know that.
They don’t ask for perfection, they don’t promise perfection.
They offer presence.
What they’ve done for Light House can’t be told in numbers – though this year, together they held 4,263 moments.
We’ve had quiet rooms and full ones.
First-timers, and seasoned practices.
Schedules changed. Classes cancelled. Criticism, kindness.
Coffees shared in the sun.
Old friends finding their way back. New ones stepping in.
Savasanas so soft they follow you home.
We opened up Light House to be a place without judgement or pressure.
I didn’t yet understand how much self-judgement and pressure it would ask of us. How we’d need to pivot, soften, listen, try again.
Opening a space for connection still meant opening a business. As a human with more vision than knowledge. I have had to trust that vision, and return again and again.
Through it all, the constant has been the teachers.
Light House can be so many things, and it is this iteration through myself, and my co-founder Jay. I’m not a teacher. And trusting others to hear and understand your deepest intentions isn’t easy.
But these teachers do it, every day. Sometimes they hear the very alive vision of Light House before I do.
At our centre is this ancient practice. Union. Of mind, body, spirit. Not to make us perfect, but to keep us honest. Adaptable.
So, whether you’ve come for a session, a season, or a chapter of your life – you’ve added light.
And in this House of Light, our teachers are the steady flames.
I’m deeply grateful to each of these teachers x Robyn
