Since as far back as I can remember, I’ve craved community.
As a child, that longing looked like wanting to be part of a bigger family , cousins, aunties, uncles, a loud table filled with food, stories, and laughter. Looking back, I realize I wasn’t just yearning for noise or people , I was searching for belonging. For warmth. For connection. For the feeling of being held by something greater than myself.
Maybe I was a sensitive child , already aware of the subtle spaces where connection was missing. I didn’t have the words for it then, but I deeply felt the absence of presence. Somewhere inside, I think I remembered a deeper kind of togetherness. Something primal, ancient, and sacred. And I’ve been trying to find my way back to it ever since.
As a teenager, it looked like searching for spiritual community , hoping that religion or shared rituals would lead me to people who thought and felt like me. I didn’t care about dogma. I wanted depth, meaning, ceremony, a sense of belonging through shared values.
As a young adult, it looked like sleeping in hostel bunk beds beside ten strangers, only to find that ,if only for a moment , we’d become a temporary tribe. Those fleeting connections, those soul-deep conversations at 2am, reminded me of that same deep yearning to belong. Even short-lived, they fed my soul.
Today, it looks like living in a remote eco-village in Bulgaria, surrounded by kindred spirits ,people growing their own food, singing around the fire, building their homes with their own hands, supporting one another’s healing journeys. It’s a place where community isn’t an ideal , it’s a lived, breathing experience.
Because I believe we humans are not meant to live in isolation. We are primal beings, designed to live in harmony with nature and each other.
We were never meant to be caged by cities, surrounded by concrete instead of jungle, connected only through screens instead of touch.
And yet… that’s become our norm.
We scroll for validation instead of sitting in circles.
We build walls instead of building villages.
We settle for small talk instead of deep, soul-nourishing conversations.
We say things like “it takes a village” but where is your village when you’re alone in a concrete building, far from family, making polite conversation with neighbors you barely know?
To me, true community isn’t just about shared interests or hobbies.
It’s about a shared life. A shared vision. A shared presence.
And what greater metaphor for this union than yoga, which literally means “union” in Sanskrit?
Union between body, mind, and soul.
Union between people and the Earth.
Union between breath and being.
When we come together in stillness to meditate, when we chant mantras in unison, when we move and breathe together on our mats something shifts.
We become one organism.
One rhythm.
One breath.
Living in intentional community is yoga in action.
It’s not just about personal flexibility , it’s about collective liberation.
The kind of yoga the ancient sages truly meant.
The yoga of togetherness.
So I invite you to reflect:
What does community look like to you?
Where do you feel truly seen, supported, and held?
What kind of retreat or holistic space would nourish your soul?
I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments , or better yet, come join us around the fire.
Together, we remember what it means to be home.
