Tonight, I had the unbelievable and utterly indescribable honor of being within 15 feet of her holiness, Yogmata Keiko Aikawa. And I returned to a place I know better than anything. Better than heartbreak, better than any daily in or out.
She led a meditation at the United Nations as part of international yoga day. She blessed us. And now I understand why people travel to India to seek a guru, or a holy touch.
Her sheer presence was like nothing I have ever experienced. I can’t even go on. Watch:
As a gypsy, minus my parents being 80 miles away – I don’t really have chunks of family somewhere. If I didn’t have a global cult of love-tribe who check in on me from time to time, it’s possible I might be classified a recluse.
Not that I’m misanthropic. Clearly not, or I wouldn’t fall in love every day, and I certainly wouldn’t live in midtown Manhattan. I love many humans, it’s just that since my divorce – I’m usually alone (minus the babies).
Anyways, last night I saw a favorite person who greeted me with, “How’s your boyfriend?”
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