Some things are too big for our minds to understand. That’s where stories come in. They transcend the bounds of human rules and play with the limitlessness of the heart. A fox can speak and a canvas becomes a portal. My reality is often stranger than fiction. Synchronicities have been so magical that I need allegory to share them. From my heart to yours. Heart whispers.

Some of these stories will make sense to you. Others will trickle in over time, unfurling in your understanding. Others may never take seed. I open my heart to you. Roam freely. Tread softly, for you tread upon my heart.

This is a link to stories I’ve written for years. They aren’t necessarily about yoga. They were my way of making sense of the world.

https://mandacat1.wordpress.com

Very soon there’ll be a blog related to yoga. It’s being ruminated as I speak. The more my heart opens over the years, the more I see yoga everywhere. If yoga is yoking, or uniting, coming home to your true self, to your oneness with all of life, then the messages are everywhere you look. Little love letters from life strewn across your path. Every day is an adventure.

My most precious yoking is with the Divine force that weaves my very breath into the miracle of being. This union, more than any other, ignites my stories.