Still Coming Home: A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath
For my mother, whose kindness still teaches me how to breathe.
Learning to Teach Through Loss
When I returned to teaching, my voice trembled at first.
Grief made words feel heavy.
But the students who came were patient, and together we breathed through the silence.
Each inhale steadied me.
Each exhale carried a little of the sorrow away.
Slowly, the class became a sanctuary for them, and for me.
Pause and breathe; what stirred within you?
Notes / What I Felt:
Teaching became healing.
Shared breath carries weight away.
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