yoga sky

Have you ever cried like a baby during yoga? Yeah, me neither. But today my soul was moved in a way I’ve not felt before. It was in this very studio with the sun breaking through the clouds just long enough to peer beyond shut eyelids into my soul. 

 
The Buddhist monks were chanting in the background soundtrack & I felt their words for compassion that have guided me through the high, turbulent waves of life only to be lost during a playful, loving moment in the rough salty blue ocean. A time when I could let go. Om mani padme hum. My treasured prayer wheel that found me in a small Buddhist boutique tucked quietly amidst the hurried NYC. It was the silver I wore around my neck every day of my life that stood for inner compassion & peace towards mankind that I would spin if I accidentally (or purposely) smashed a spider. It rode with me through messes in life and carried me to the other side. It followed me into a place of love then slipped through our fingers & toes in the waves to find another person in need of guidance. To whomever has found it, I know you’re living with peace in your eyes, love in your heart & compassion in your soul. 

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