Heather’s Kundalini Yoga Blog Kundalini yoga, passion, joy, fulfillment - sharing lessons I’ve learned

       I woke up and went into my intimate yoga space to do my morning practice.  Two words came into my mind-love and yoga. I feel through the last 10 years my Kundalini Yoga practice has healed my heart and allowed me to love on a much deeper level.  I reflected on three very special people my brother, grandfather, and first tap teacher who shared unconditional love with me as a child. My first tap teacher, Donna Grove, taught me tap dance until around age 7 ,then I moved to another dance school. I competed all my life in dance and Donna was always at the events with her own student’s, but at the same time sending me positive energy. I would go to the dance events looking for Donna-a child always knows the real deal with genuine energy and love and Donna was pure in her ways with me.  I experienced much control and manipulation in my family system at home that having someone that needed nothing off me and wanted the best for me imprinted my heart.  I sensed last fall that Donna was going to leave this earth , so I wrote her a letter which I felt would be the last one she would receive. Unfortunately, she died the day before the letter came into the mail.  I still feel she knows what it said.  I love you Donna!

            My second great teacher of love was my grandfather, Edward Dombrosky.  He was silent but a strong man that you could call upon and he would show up.  Whenever I got into a mess of trouble my grandfather was the one I called. Why? He never yelled or judged me he just showed up and took care of me.  I was never really a bad child, in fact, I hardly did anything wrong ,but when I fell he was there with open arms.  I could always tell by my grandfather’s eyes the love that he had for me.  He also taught me the character of a man which I feel lacks in some of our society.   It was very difficult to let my grandfather go-but the truth is he lives in my being! 

         The third person is my brother. I adored him as a little girl and I remember waiting on the stairs for him to come home from school every day. I played so much with my brother and the creativity we had together was a Kundalini Yoga practice.  I was born a dancer and lucky enough to have parents that provided that outlet. Unfortunately, dance became a way of getting love and as time went on I lost the love of my true expression in dance.  I remember a moment when my brother received a title that I didn’t get -and his sadness in his eyes revealed to me that love is willing to trade places!  My brother has always been a light in my life.  We are very different , but we are love.

            Love is an act of giving.  It asks for nothing in return.  I am sad when I think of all the years I was not able to truly love, but I am happy that I have opened myself up again to it!  I am grateful for Kundalini Yoga-it is not just about moving the body…it’s about changing your perceptions, opening your heart, and growing….