Reading Toni Morrison‘s book, Home, will accompany me as I travel. I leave behind the home of my family of origin as I fly to my Hatha Yoga Center home of creation. In all my years of traveling, I have learned to make my heart my home.
One last gorgeous dawn illuminated my morning practices. I take with me sweet memories of mom‘s tender hug and dad’s kisses. I look towards the embraces of my homecoming in Seattle.
What does home mean to you? Can you feel it in your heart no matter where your body might be? Ki to Happiness is Home.