It was in the late 1990's. I had just graduated college and was pursuing a career in acting in NYC. I felt so lost. Every night I prayed. I prayed for angels to guide me. My apartment in New York City had a strange energy so I spent most of my days walking the streets talking to strangers. It was the stranger that made me feel safe. I think that may be the key to living in NYC...trusting that the stranger is you. Just as Yogi Bhajan taught us: "Recognize the other is you."
Only I did not know him then. Yet, I knew him always. Gravity has its own language. We can't figure it out, but we know it IS.
I found Yogi Bhajan in a tiny gym on the upper west side of Manhattan. There is so much more to this story, and so much more for all of us...
I would love to share my experience with you. I want to remind you that miracles are real and eternal.
Please join me at Summer Solstice this year for our 50th anniversary celebration! We will laugh and we will cry, but most of all we will recognize one another.
I love you already.
From my heart,