To me yoga is a simple expression of the innate longing in every human being to connect with “more” I may be presumptuous in making this claim for all human kind, so I will simply say yoga is about my journey toward the infinite, bigger than me, loving life force that made the flowers and the stars and fairy tales and kisses and snow and lakes in the summer.

I remember when I first recognized my separateness from the energy that made me. I was 4 or 5 and I cried for hours. I was stricken with grief. I lost something I could not explain to my concerned family. After that it was a struggle to find a glimpse of the magic feeling of union, but I attempted in my own way, though living in fantasies

I first started to feel a connection to something “more” again when I studied and performed ballet. There was some magic in the beauty of the art and of the classical music which seemed “above” humdrum life. I felt transported and I loved that feeling.

It was always that illusive feeling I was reaching for. I was a seeker from the beginning. Today I know where to find my home in the divine and everyday is a new chance to connect. My home inside is found through the roadmap of yoga. I have learned that the fuel will always be my longing to return to that special place and my meager effort to do so through asana, breath awareness, meditation. May we all always remember that we want to go home. May we always remember HOW to go home.  Take the first step.


Anonymous devotee