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Fairy Dust and Heartbeat of Oneness.

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Do you ever wonder why some things in life appear as though they’ve been sprinkled with the enchantment of fairy dust?  Why do some people, places or things touch our hearts in a way that is utterly ethereal, inexplicable and mystifying? 

What causes this heart connection? 

It could be anything or anytime or anyplace when this connection occurs.  You’re watching one of those ubiquitous television programs like America or England or Japan’s Got Talent and some awkward kid comes on stage and starts singing like an angel.  At that moment, we’re touched by the kind of grace that only The Divine can deliver. Not only is our heart affected, but our spirit as well. Our emotions are fully engaged. Quite simply, we feel like better people for the privilege of witnessing this singular moment in time. We know intuitively that we are part of something much grander than ourselves.

We are all breathing in tune to the Heartbeat of Oneness. This is the transcendent flash. Our knowing. The sudden awareness that our prosaic humanness is also magnificently divine. We get a glimpse into the soul of another. And what an honor this is.

You can’t force or manipulate these things either. You can’t define them. Direct, determine or describe. There are no words that are truly adequate. Impossible to articulate, communicate or enunciate. For if you could, then the magic would turn to vapor and disappear. There would be no fairy dust.

For this is the beautiful inherent intangible, the essential enigma, the precious paradox.

My Yoga.

In many ways yoga has saved my life. Or at the very least kept me from being a total train wreck. My daily practice has taught me how to keep my feet firmly planted on the ground. And my spirit ever reaching for heaven.  It has opened my eyes to the exquisiteness of my life in its domestic ordinariness. The beauty of the day-to-day.  The rhythm of regular rituals. The well-crafted commonplace I love. 

For I am an ordinary woman.

My yoga has aged with me. I can no longer do the poses the way I once did. But I can still bend and fold and breathe. And allow grace to gently do the rest.  I surrender to a higher wisdom.

I salute the sun and whisper thank you to the morning light.

Namaste.

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