06/10/2026
A beloved Bhakti teacher used to say, “Yoga is like taking Windex to the heart.” The image has stayed with me for years.
Life has a way of leaving fingerprints on us—grief, disappointment, fear, old stories, expectations, rushing from one thing to the next. None of it is wrong; it is simply part of being human. Over time, though, these layers can cloud our view. We forget our own wholeness. We lose touch with wonder. We stop hearing the quiet wisdom within.
Yoga is not about becoming someone different. It is a practice of clearing away what obscures what is already there. Through movement, breath, stillness, devotion, and presence, we gently polish the window of the heart. Not so we can become more flexible or more impressive, but so we can see more clearly.
We begin to notice beauty where we once overlooked it. We respond rather than react. We soften. We listen. We feel more deeply—not only joy and gratitude, but sorrow, compassion, and love. The heart becomes less guarded and more available to life as it is.
The remarkable thing is that the light was never missing. The love, wisdom, and connection we seek were never gone. The practice simply helps remove the smudges that keep us from seeing them.
Yoga is like taking Windex to the heart. Not because it makes us perfect, but because it helps us become clear enough to remember who we are. ✨🤍
