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I have been rather, misplaced, for the last few years. It has been a struggle and every now and then when things get harder than usual, I start longing for home. Every time this happens, I initially think of the houses, I have lived in but gain no comfort in these memories. I miss them, yes, but were they really considered home or just a mere building, brick and mortar? I think of the people that occupied these spaces with me and still rather disappointed, I know there is more missing. Currently, I occupy a space with my best friend and a few cats. One cat is the lovecat of my life but recently there is more needed. The longing for this place this feeling is growing stronger. I suppose it has become an obsession to find a brick and mortar place to call my own and the emotions are running wild. There is a strong desire for change but then there is comfort I seek from this one super being. It is so strong that I have to limit our time together because of the bittersweetness of his heart connection with mine. He feels like he could be home, a love so great and true but broken just like me, just like you.

I believe we are all longing for change in some way or another. I believe there is some strange connection with balancing our lives that somehow feels like home. The art of yoga is the study of balance. To find our full potential, a plan for living, not just living but the right living, bringing us back to our true selves.

We really have everything we need already, sometimes, we forget. This is a reminder that yoga tends to push us to seek, just like all spiritual practices are there to help guide you home. Awaken from disbelief and separation. Seek the balance, let your light shine!

Much love, from my heart to yours. Home is here 💜