there was a moment today, just after we, the 80 or so yogis, inhaled as one.
‘ommmmm’, we chanted with our exhale, just as the wind picked up and crawled between the sun and the shade to the echo of our energy. ‘whhhooooshhh’, it answered, as the space between the trees where we stood came to vibrant life. the pulsating, invisible power of our collective om – the breath of the wind, the flow.
it was divinity. it was love and everything else.