There is magic in this city.
It feels like constant tailwind. Things is changing inside me. Outside me. And I really can’t do anything but allow the flow of life. My head is out of the way, and the energy is diving even deeper into my heart. It sometimes feels as though I can’t control the expansion.
Old patterns and unreleased sores are arising within me – that’s what yoga do – but as the vibration in the Shala and city is so high, I have the opportunity to self-lovingly heal and grow.
It can’t be quite accidental that the city is named MySore.
Photos taken by Christine Hewitt www.yogicphotos.com