An invitation to know your life as a sacred quest. All is given to bring you home to your essential self.
My first Mast of Breath was Horse. Horse took me into rivers and up mountains, always saying, hold on, let go of fear, I have you, Grace came and still I wanted to know what was behind the veil of appearances.l I wanted a map of meaning and the secrets of life and death.
My next master showed me how to fall off Horse. Then left to become a nun.
Then there was Dadji, an Indian miracle man.
I first met Jeshua Ben Joseph looking out from a poster.
After a volcano, a car crash and a flood, I came to know a way purse Presence.
Finally the Breath of Life ignites the heart, where all arises.
Elizabeth began sharing Yoga and the breath thirty-three years ago. A Vassar graduate with an MFA in writing, she lives with her husband David, St. George the mule and two ponies, in the hill of New Hampshire. One thing to remember? The cosmos is not serious "Breath is the body of God." - Suri wisdom