In April 2017 I started my yoga teacher training in Rishikesh, India. I was living at the yoga school together with a big group of people that had come from all corners of the world, and during this short time we had the privilege of sharing our lives with each other. For four weeks we practiced yoga together, twice a day. We learned about body awareness and alignment, we pondered and discussed yoga philosophy and the anatomy of our bodies. We sat side by side to eat our breakfast, lunch and dinner together, in silence and smiles. Everyday we would meditate together and we would breathe together. By the time the course was coming to an end I started capturing the faces of the people I had gotten to know on this journey that had been intense, both physically and mentally. What made me take their pictures then at the end of the journey and not the beginning? The connection I'd formed with these people by taking the time to learn about them. This training changes you; it's a journey inwards and that reflects on the outside. At the end, what I saw in everyone was both the exhaustion but also a sense of peace, a stillness in their eyes that hadn’t been there at the start of the course. It was tough, but we were all still there, we made it to the end. Breathing together.