Still Coming Home: A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath
For my mother, whose kindness still teaches me how to breathe.
A WHISPER CALLED YOGA
It started as a lunch-hour class, something to stretch away the stiffness of sitting too long.
The first time I lay in savasana, I felt a silence so alive it startled me.
No noise, no goal, just breath.
That small moment of stillness stayed with me long after the class ended, tugging softly at the edges of my routine.
Pause and breathe; what stirred within you?
Notes / What I Felt:
I noticed stillness could exist.
Breath became a small anchor.
Peace could sneak in quietly.
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