"You will initially come to hot yoga for the physical, but you will continue to come

because of the changes you will feel... physically, mentally and spiritually"

Misty Parrish – Owner/Instructor

SERVING:

Goodlettsville

Hendersonville

Nashville

Gallatin

White House

Old Hickory

Madison

Springfield

and places beyond.


Thank You for 7 wonderful years!

If you've been around the House this time of year you will hear me say this is my FAVORITE holiday. Its just before the hustle and bustle of Christmas,  there's no expectations of gifts, its just a time to be with family and give THANKS. I find it the  "perfect" time to say THANK YOU and to share news with my House family. I hope you will read this email in which the spirit it is written. It will be full of typos and grammatically incorrect (sorry Jessica & Rose) but this author is full of flaws, so I will just share my heart.
I've told this story 100 times over the past 7 years, but it's the truth. My husband said I opened the studio for more friends AND he was right. I may have opened for more friends BUT I ended up with so much more! I have a HouseFULL of FAMILY. We've had 7 YEARS of graduations, births, deaths, engagements, break-ups, weddings, parties, BAD karoke, tears of sadness and joy together. We have written a beautiful story and now it's time for the next chapter. 
With tears rolling down my face, I have to let you know I will be closing the doors of Hot Yoga House next Sunday, November 29th. This has been one of the most difficult things I have ever done, it hasn't come without a lot of prayer and meditation. It has always been my intention to lead with my heart and to always think of each of you, and that's what I am going to try to do in this "letter". Allow me to tell you what I am most THANKFUL for.....

I am thankful for the childhood friend who owns the building that we have called Hot Yoga House. He let us love on "her" with some paint, new walls, let us remove walls and add a little heat. We didn't notice her flaws because we love her, that's what families do. She now is in need of some serious repairs and they are simply beyond what this "yoga" teacher knows how to fix. For that I am sorry. But I will be forever thankful he rented out his "house"to make our yoga hOMe.

I am thankful for my teachers who have come and gone and shared their passion with us thru the years. We've watched them grow up right in front of our eyes and "mats". And I am hopeful they will allow me to continue to watch and learn from them. 
 
I am thankful that you came thru my doors. I have tried to know each of you, to know something about you, for it to be personal, you've never been just a name to me. You've meant SO much more. Thank you for letting me "in" your book of life.
 
I am thankful that you loved me and my family. You've listened to stories and maybe even laughed a little at getting to know the Parrish's. Thank you for helping a little girl grow up in that corner thru the years, you helped her find a little "yoga" even far away from hOMe. I am thankful that you helped me navigate the teenage years and now thru those young adult times. I am thankful for my mom, she taught me how to get my hands dirty and to work hard. She also spent many hours here, cutting shrubs, staining the front door and sanding the floors. My  mother also taught me how to wash a load of laundry or two. I am thankful for my in laws who have loved me as if I were there own. My father in law has nicknames for all my kids, "Slim pickings", "Tall sugar", "Storm". Mine was cute for a while "too busy", but recently I've realized my nickname has become truth. It's my turn to not be "too busy" for them. They have given me so much, it's my turn to give back and to be there for them.
 
I am thankful for my husband, David. He has been a rock, gardner, painter, laundry man, prayer warrior (not to be confused with a warrior we do in class because he doesn't like the heat), accountant, bartender, plumber and EVERYTHING else you can possibly imagine. He was been with you at every single class, he has prayed for each of you and feels like he knows all of you by name. I am thankful he loved me and supported me thru the years. I am thankful for Zack, my oldest son, who did laundry (on occasion), who gave me countless stories to learn from and taught me that you can love someone even though you don't "see" them all the time. I am thankful for Luke, my youngest son, who came and GOT the laundry (do you see a pattern with laundry) for turning the heat on or off, for checking on things when I couldn't. I am thankful he is super dependable or we would have had some cold classes during the winters. I am thankful for Mary, my daughter, who decided one Saturday to start yoga (what was she thinking to start at a Sweat N Chill class). I am thankful she listened to my stories, for making  playlists, and guess what...she did ALOT of laundry, and she folded too!
 
I could go on and on (you know it's true) but then it makes all this "sad" and that's not my intention. I want you to be thankful as you read this. Celebrate that we had a little place we could call hOMe, a place where YOU  took the steps towards stillness, towards learning, to getting comfortable with the uncomfortable. Remember YOU are doing all the work, I simply held the safe space for you. I know you will find that safety outside of this House, it will look different, it may even feel different, but remember it's all a practice. (you know that two different side thing we talk about in class).
 
I know you will have lots of questions and I am happy to answer them. I am here to help, to be a friend, to love on you, because that's what you've done for me. I am sorry if this email catches you off guard, you can EXHALE now....inhale...and repeat.
 
I don't know what the future holds, I will miss seeing your faces each day and I will miss leading your beautiful spirits but this "House" chapter must come to an end. There will be other stories written and I hope I can be a part of them. Our love and passion for this whole "mat" thing has planted and watered many seeds over the years, now we just be still, listen and watch what grows.


Misty