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Here I am: in a home heated comfortably in a community I’ve lived in for over twenty years, with running water, stocked pantry, computer with Internet access, walls lined with books, downstairs yoga studio, garden filled with flowers, vegetables, fruit trees, a running car, clothing that more than fills my needs, and all this within phone access of all my eight siblings and parents, whom I am free to call at any time.

One of the fruits of yoga, or any spiritual growth, for that matter, is the ability to look outward, to see all beings as an embodiment of the Light in us all. Through the practice of gratitude, we acknowledge our gifts, and in time, begin the journey of relieving the suffering of others.

Today, I would like to bring to your attention to the plight of refugees around the world. These are folks who’ve been displaced from their homeland. Their family ties broken; they are often penniless or otherwise existing in extreme poverty, and they are often in powerless situations that invite physical, emotional, or spiritual abuse. The Women’s Commission for Refugee Women and Children provides us with many documented studies and recommendations for action.

Through my association with BlogCatalog, I join with bloggers around the world today (Bloggers United – see badge) bringing to light the stories of worldwide refugees and the effort to link refugees with their families. Here is one story of a displaced people struggling to regain livelihood and rebuild lives in in the face of a ten year civil war, the plight of displaced populations in Nepal: Don’t Call it Shangri-La, Economic Programs for Displaced Populations in Nepal.

Won’t you join me by shedding the light of yoga in dark corners around the globe? Please share your stories with us.

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