Yoga was the light that ignited my fire.

There is a beautiful story about a remote village high in the mountains of northern Thailand. The village’s prized possession was a luminous Buddha statue made of solid gold. One day, the villagers faced the imminent threat of an invading army. In an act of desperation, they gathered together to bury and cover the statue with mud, dirt, rock and stone. When the army came, the statue went undiscovered, but the invaders took the entire village.

After many, many years had passed, and a new group had settled in the same area, a young girl playing by herself noticed a shaft of light out of the corner of her eye. She went to investigate the source of this golden light and started to peel away at the hardened dirt. As she clawed away at the mud, more light began to spill out. In a state of wonder and excitement, she called out to the rest of the villagers. Quickly, everyone began to help excavate the statue from the rubble, and eventually the statue was restored to its original glory.