Handstand workshop

It was one of those nights where the air was sprinkled with tiny crystals. Like magic flowing through the air, trough every breath filling us with play and joy. The sweetness of life, the gentle breeze. So fragile and so beautiful. We are all yogic people. We all speak the same language and with every breath we gather, we flow. Little by little we surrender. All there is is now. All there is is life.