I am embarking on the journey of weaving the threads of my life together.
To call this a spiritual journey feels redundant as all of life is such.
I have always been a seeker and have taught yoga all of my life. I first met the man I call Guru, Yogi Amrit Desai, when I was seven years old and he visited my school to give a demonstration of Yoga as part of a Springtime celebration.

My seventh year was indeed a major beginning for me as later that year I met Swami Vishnu Devananda as well. This was also the year I asked for a deck of Tarot cards and began to read them.
As I grew, I studied Yoga with both schools and others as well and by the age of seventeen, I was teaching Yoga. Just this week I have just made the commitment to work toward my Masters degree in Yoga. So, today I begin this blog in hopes that is becomes the bones and ligaments of what is to be my thesis.
Since stringing the ligaments sounds a bit too harsh for most ears, I have decided to look at it like one of my early hobbies: weaving. In order prepare the yarn for the loom, a warp must be wound. It is across these lines that the weft is then threaded through to create the cloth.
So is it in life. But what really is the finished piece but something which will one day fade away. This type of thinking leads me to ponder the cycle of life which always and thankfully brings be back into the present moment.
Just this last weekend I stayed with my beloved Gurudev and listened at his lotus feet to his darshan (teaching). The love of our lineage poured sweet nectar from his lips lifting a great weight and blockage from my heart. When I have the chance to be with my spiritual father I am uplifted.
It is now here that I begin my propagation of thought with the good intention to feed some of the hunger in the seekers I have the pleasure of knowing, those of you just coming to know me and those I have yet to meet.

In deep gratitude to Gurudev, his teacher, Swami Shri Kripalvanandji whom we lovingly call Bapuji, who was the chosen disciple of Lord Lakulish, the 28th incarnation of Shiva, I dedicate this blog. I am a devoted student to the teachings of these illuminated beings and forever grateful to be a part of this lineage.
Looking back on this last weekend, as I went through the process of unweighting burden of thought, I came to the realization that each time we pass through a gate such as this, a part of us dies off giving fertile ground to a new and much better part of us, which continues to grow.
Birth and death are the natural doors of existence.
Rather than seeing them as in and an out, see them as revolving.
The soul visits this plane for such a brief moment.
Make good use.
Spread love.
Continue with your sadhana (daily practices of prayer, yoga, breathing and meditation).
Realize that which we all go through is consciously chosen and a part of our soul's journey. It is a part of our cosmic education.
What got me to want to string this loom and begin to weave this cloth, was my recent reading of a poem by Bapuji. So it is with this that I bless my path and begin to travel into my bright future.
My beloved child
Break your heart no longer
Each time you judge yourself
You break your own heart
You stop feeding on the love
Which is the wellspring of your vitality
The time has come, your time
To live
To celebrate
And to see the goodness that you are
You my child are divine
You are pure
You are sublimely free
You are God in disguise
And you are always perfectly safe
Do not fight the dark
Just turn on the light
Let go
And breathe into the goodness
That you are
Swami Kripaluananda (Bapuji)