Twenty years ago, when I met the father of our children, he introduced me into spirituality. For the first time in my young life, I felt that I came home. Ever since then I have tried to incorporate my everyday, physical life with the spiritual to live a balanced life. The spiritual practices have been my thread, to wish I have held on to, sometimes dropped and felt confused but then found again and felt that there is a bit of grace in my life. I have not found a spiritual home though. I have searched in many different groups, but never felt that I belonged there. Now 20 years later when I make yoga my home for spiritual practice, by daily practice of hatha and raja I have come home in a spiritual practice. Energetically it feels as if I have stepped into a house of warm soothing energy and light.
I got the book "The yoga Sutras of Patanjali" in my mail yesterday. I have read the Sutras before, but by another writer. This one is with translation and commentary by Swami Satchidananada. Picking up the book, there is tingling and sparkling of strong energy in my hands. Some books are like this. They have a lot of energy, high energy. I know that this will be one of these books that will be a life long companion. I have others like it. I never lend them out, they stay with me forever.
Reading the introduction I start crying. I realize that now my longing for coming home has taken a step further. I'm now entering the Yoga - science of the mind, a spiritual path that I can call home. It is as if up until now I have been standing on the outside of yoga, looking in the window. Now the door is open and I have stepped inside. There is such a profound joy that arises from my heart.