a lonely rock juts out of the mountain
like pilgrims, the pine trees surround the massive monument
worshipping in silent reverence and awe
the stark, raw temple rising against the naked blue sky
aum, the sacred symbol, nestled itself amongst the fresh grass, pinecones, the tahoe rocks and all the brilliant souls at the wanderlust festival this past weekend.
thousands gathered to celebrate life and give love.
people from all walks of life and all parts of the world converged at one point to breathe in and out as one.
illuminated yogis shared their wisdom and love and i soaked it all up like a dry, thirsty sponge, and gave it all back and am still giving (and receiving).
check it out at http://www.wanderlustfestival.com/
yoga is union, a gentle reminder that we are all one.