Still Coming Home: A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath
For my mother, whose kindness still teaches me how to breathe.
THE GRAVITY OF A DIFFERENT WORLD
Weeks turned into years, and yoga became more than exercise. It became gravity.
I found myself waiting for the evenings I could teach part-time, feeling lighter in that world than in the one that paid my bills.
The contrast grew sharper until the question returned: Is this all there is?
The mat seemed to whisper back, there’s more if you listen.
Pause and breathe; what stirred within you?
Notes / What I Felt:
A new pull tugged gently.
I longed for meaning beyond duty.
Yoga felt like home.
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