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This post was originally published in elephant journal on October 12, 2012.
Back in the aughts, I was an aspiring yogini in San Francisco. But it was a commitment that came with a snag: I couldn't stand pretentious yoga teachers. I was raised in an Asian Buddhist home, hence my skin prickled whenever a 20-something yoga teacher lectured spiritual blah-blah. How much could one know about the after a one-year training? Or even three years? All snarkiness aside, these young teachers in 2002, I thought, might have been Jazzercize instructors in 1982.
Karl had cancer, not me.
Two years later, Karl’s lanky body has gone through two rounds of bone marrow transplants and high-dose chemo, as well as surgery to remove tumors around his kidneys.
“Can you be so present in this moment that you are aware of the present moment?”
Karl Erb passed away peacefully in his sleep on the morning of July 30, 2013.