Namaste

When I think of yoga, I think of a shore of peaceful, blue waves, and a cozy drift of sunlight, blessing honey wood floor panels illuminating a room of great warmth! Yoga is a blessing, and if I could count my yoga blessings, I would find them in a paradise basket made of soft angora holding a Featherstone mountain, a dove song, a snow angel, a canvas painted of the earth, a windswept map, a shimmering moon, a sparkling, glass key, and an open sky~ To me, yoga is soulful like a sweet mimosa, Devine as Cassiopeia, vibrant as starfire, frontier as sailing and the horizon ever unveiling , ancient in stem, rooted and pouring as a waterfall, calmly reflective as a lake, and embracing of the heart, sapphire deep, lightly a glow! I love everything about yoga with all my heart , and I believe my heart has been this much embraced by yoga! Much the same as my heart has been embraced by a poem, a sunset, a hummingbird, much the same as I embrace in return , perfect essence!