Yogaville Ashram
I first visited Yogaville in 1995. My Babcia (Polish for grandmother), Aurelie Knapik was a devotee of Swami Satchidananda and lived at Yogaville from the late 1980s through mid 2000s. When I was an infant my mother took me to be blessed by Swami Satchidananda.
Spring.
The energy of spring is infectious, flirtatious, and I want to soak it all in.
Today is another tease, seventy-degree weather and warm sunshine, soft breeze. The windows are open in the sweet 1800s farmhouse I get to call home, nestled on a 400 acre farm with vineyards within walking distance. I am truly grateful for everything in my life, and earlier as I was laying out in the yard in a bikini…
Blooming
The garden inside of me looks like a tangle of wild raspberry bushes, their thorns thick and fruit juicy. I can hear the buzz of the honeybees reminding me that there is always something in motion. The warm sun casts shadows of the flowers as they dance in the gentle breeze…
