I have been practicing my hot yoga for three years now. My hot yoga experience has been reflected in everything I do. I have found myself and it was easy because all I needed to do was to be my true self. I was quietly practicing my yoga and I was amazed who I see in front of the mirror. I saw myself, my true self. I have realized I am so beautiful when I am practicing my yoga. I love that we do have mirrors and you can see the transformation in your own eyes with your own eyes. I do want to get to my full split! I will jump up to the ceiling when that will happen and it will. I remember the feeling when my legs suddenly opened because my back opened because my heart opened. It was amazing.

I have noticed an interesting thing when I am doing a backward bending. I lift my chest, I reach up to the ceiling, and I want to cry right here right now. I want to lift my entire being so high and then I see my Breathing Nefirtiti on the ceiling. She is there. I am good, all is well, and will be better! I want my chest to lift effortlessly (legko!) like a huge beam of light, love, and happiness straight to the sky!

I hope it makes sense in English Feeling is much easier and you experience it much fuller than it sounds when you try to find words to describe it.

Russian is not my native language and the whole topic of the language opens a brand new layer to unfold as it happened yesterday as I thought about it. I recall the sound of my native language It is the most authentic almost magic language of my infancy when I was surrounded by it and it was coming from my parents with beautiful melodies of lullabies and all the love from my Mom and Dad :) The most fabulous language of love.

That was my thought exactly on that day.The whole week was rotating around the language of mine. What is it? It is complicated because it is a combination of languages and it represents who I am today. I never gave a thought to a language I 've been just using it as a tool. I wish I know how to put it all in words what I feel or may be I will come up with another tool :)

At this point, my hot yoga is the best communication language I have for myself. I was barely alive yesterday and hot yoga brought me back to life again as many times before and it is not a figurative expression. 30 minutes after class I was dancing in my kitchen. You introduced focus game and you have no idea how it connected in my brain.

At the beginning, you asked what is hot yoga for me. I said without know anything about the wheel "Coming the Full Circle..."

So true. I love languages as well. They are so intricate. When you don't know the language and just listen to it is just like a melody. Also, I am so happy that there are things for which there are no words. Aren't they the best?! When you learn the new language, it is like you open a completely brand new world, a beautiful puzzle. Yoga has no words. I love it. It has feelings, sensations, such true sensations. It is the closest language to anyone's heart that unites everyone and everything flows in harmony.

I keep getting very beautiful hot yoga experiences. It feels so good to take my classes and my body responses with so much gratitude and love by feeling so good. I love it with all my heart. What an awesome work of the true Master - 26 Poses - the key to a beautiful life of love, happiness, and the best of everything!

My yoga experiences are very interesting. I could never imagine how beautiful it could be until I experienced it. I started drawing and painting. It feels magnificent. It is effortless and pleasant. I love the way my practice shapes my mind and body. Keep going. It will be better and better. It is so amazing to discover unknown beautiful layers of yourself. It is like a beautiful lotus that open its petals one after one. Love it very much. Namaste.

Yes, keep going. I practiced one of the limbs Rhonda in my last class and the goal was to stop chatter. I realized that before class I was painting and then went to my class. While I paint I don't talk I don't think I just flow with the brush and colors. At the beginning of the class, I realized this is how I practice Dharana without even knowing it. I closed my eyes preparing for the class and saw myself painting It is hard to put in words. I am just painting in silence and it is full of colors it flows smoothly and I don't know how it will turn out but something or somehow it shapes out.