Adi Shakti Yoga Blog

My summers were divided between my mother's and my father's villages, but I can no longer divide them in my heart, as it now is an uninterrupted, continuous movement of memories of people, young and old, moments, important moments of being in the present moment of what I now call my life.

A flower blossoms from the old bonsai. The forest is burning. Ashes up in the sky. An army is marching. Boots sink in the mud. Poor...

You were young, kind and innocent. You still are. You were seeking, wanting, intensely questioning. You still do. Life was passing in...

What happens when things are not going as they are supposed to go? When your teenage kid, your mother, or your work demands your...

The pain is here for a reason. It's a message for you to listen to, it is a lesson to learn. If you like to hurt, then ask yourself!...