My yoga is symbolic and in that drenched with personal meaning. It is a constellation of understandings.

 It is my life in new expressions. It is the invisible within me emoting. It is metaphor. It is a very wise fruit tree fruiting for the season. It is my heart felt through my body, my body perceived by my mind, my mind found within my soul. It is infinite access. It is a place of deep remembrance where I can learn to approach my truths. Yoga is intelligent. It is a tool to decipher the unconscious zones of the self. It is a path through the many hues of our suffering. It is the liberation of the human spirit and the recognition of the world’s luminosity.