International Yoga Day

Summer Solstice

It is such a beautiful time of year to celebrate our beautiful existence on this earth plane. A time to celebrate the abundance and brightness of life. Celebrate with those around you the newness of the season, the joy and love.

Bring in the energy that the sun provides us on this longest day of the year~summer solstice.

The sun supplies every living being with abundant energy, joyful life and eternal love♥

Let’s raise our vibrations today in our yoga practice. Whether you are able to get to the mat or not, set an intention to bring more illumination into your life.  And radiate that light to everyone around you.

International Yoga Day 2015








Reciting the ancient Sanskrit Gayatri Mantra:

Om Bhur Bhuvah Svaha
Tat savitur varenyam
Bhargo devasya dheemahi
Dhiyo yo na prachodayat 

English translation:
Oh Divine Presence, Creator of the Universe,
May your supreme light
illuminate our intellect and guide us on the path toward enlightenment.
I invite you, on international yoga day; revisit what is it that YOU love about yoga?
Yoga is a personal practice, a practice that can take you inwards. Remembering that the external practice allows us to go deeper internally as we move through our asanas.
To me, yoga is a practice, an opportunity to discover my truth and to reconnect with all that is.
Yoga helps me find my inner warrior strength, my light, and my personal power. 
As I quiet my mind and reconnect with my breath I drop into a sense of inner peace that is hard to put into words.
To me…it is bliss.
So, again, I ask you today to ask yourself, maybe even write it down…
What do I love about yoga?
Namaste my friends.
Please enjoy this little poem I found….

I will not die an unlived life.

I will not live in fear

of falling or catching fire.

I choose to inhabit my days,

to allow my living to open me,

to make me less afraid,

more accessible;

to loosen my heart

until it becomes a wing,

a torch, a promise.

I choose to risk my significance,

to live so that which came to me as seed

goes to the next as blossom,

and that which came to me as blossom,

goes on as fruit.

~Dawna Markova