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Have you heard the story of the One Solitary Life?  The story goes something like this:

“There was a man who was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman.  He grew up in another village, where he worked in a carpenter’s shop until he was 30.  Then, for three years, he became a wandering preacher.  He never wrote a book. He never held an office.  He never had a family or owned a house.  He didn’t go to college.  He never set foot in a big city or traveled more than 200 miles from his home.  He did none of the things usually associated with greatness.  He had no credentials but himself.  He was 33 years old when the tide of public opinion turned against him.  His friends ran away.  He was turned over to his enemies and went through a mockery of a trial.  He was executed by the state.  While he lay dying, his executioners gambled away his clothes.  And when he was dead, he was laid to rest in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.  Over twenty centuries have come and gone, and today he is a central figure of the human race and a leader of mankind’s progress.  And all of the armies that ever marched, and the navies that ever sailed, and the parliaments that ever sat, and the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man on earth as much as this One Solitary Life.”

If you’ve been to one of my yoga classes, you’ve heard me say that Love is my religion.  Many of my students also know that I live by a Higher Power.  I connect to my higher power by immersing myself in Mother Nature as often as I can.  Practicing yoga and breathwork also helps me to be filled with a Divine Light.  And my faith, my higher power, my divine light, and love, all help align me with my higher purpose in life.

I imagine each of you has been touched by a higher spirit of your own calling, and you too, aspire to align with a higher purpose. It is what love and faith and yoga are all about. A higher purpose.

This holiday weekend represents a sacred season for many. For me, in my faith, it is a time to embody love and healing. It’s not an Easter-bunny-chocolate-egg kind of thing. It’s about grace and forgiveness. And of course, love.

Jesus talked a lot about love and he also walked the walk. He loves and accepts all people. Even broken people. Even imperfect people. Even me.

These concepts aren’t unique to Christianity, but they are what I know. And they are enduring. Ask a young child in 20 years who was president or what the flavor-of-the-month movie/car/shoe style was in 2019. You’ll probably get a blank stare. But they will know what love is. And they likely will know the name of one of those who urge us to seek a higher purpose. Yahweh. Jesus. Buddha. Allah. Shiva. Krishna. Ngai. Waheguru. Jah. Divine.   Many different rivers, all flowing towards one God.  One love.

The story of the One Solitary Life is a reminder that faith and grace and healing and forgiveness and above all, love, endure throughout the ages.  


All of us feel the breath of a higher power in our hearts at some time in life.  In this sacred Christian season known as Easter, I look to One Solitary Life to fill my heart and lift me up.  Whatever your higher purpose, Lovelies, I wish blessings to you all and that which fills YOUR heart.

Namaste