A WHISPER CALLED YOGA

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.

THE UNSPOKEN RESTLESSNESS

 Still Coming Home: 

A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath

For my mother, whose kindness still teaches me how to breathe.

THE UNSPOKEN RESTLESSNESS 

For years, I followed the rhythm everyone expected ie early drives, meetings, targets, polite smiles that didn’t reach the eyes.  

My life looked complete on paper, yet somewhere between deadlines I began to notice a quiet hum inside me, like a question that refused to fade.  

I didn’t know what it wanted; only that it kept asking for space.

Pause and breathe.

What stirred within you?

Notes / What I Felt:

I still walked through life mechanically.

A quiet voice whispered for attention.

Curiosity and fear intertwined.

CONTINUATION OF MY LIFE’s JOURNEY

Still Coming Home: A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath

For my mother, whose kindness still teaches me how to breathe.

I am back again, after almost 4-5 years of absence, as a way to breathe through loss. I will be posting daily from now on. 

Well, when words felt too heavy to speak, I began writing them softly, between moments of silence, between the rise and fall of my breath.

Yoga became both the anchor and the bridge: a way to meet grief without running from it, to find light without forgetting what I’d lost.

Each reflection here is written with love, shaped by the rhythm of breath and the quiet lessons my mother left behind.

This is not a story of endings, but of gentle returns, to stillness, to kindness, to home.

Inhale: healing. 

Exhale: remembrance.

To be continued…

Life Of Uncertainty

 I am back. After almost 5 years. My last post was in 2016 where I mentioned I wanted to leave the corporate world. I did - end of February 2017. It wasn’t the same getting up in the morning on 1st March and realising that there’s no more rush to work. It felt totally unreal. Took me almost a month to recover from the change. So. I turned into a full fledged yoga teacher. Free lancer. I managed to secure a studio and started teaching. It was a hit! I felt good. Fast forward to end of 2019, uncertainties kicked in. Covid-19. I never expected it to ruin the whole world, crash the economy and take away lives. Come March 2020, we went into many stages of lockdown. And now, it’s October 2021. Lockdown has ceased. Travels permitted. Businesses reopened. And so did my studio. 

Slowly things are picking up. We are seeing the virus slowly reducing day by day. What a scare we had and what a life of uncertainty that we faced. Such a huge lesson. I suppose we’ve got so much more to discover and learn and repent. It’s not going to give up and go away with a flip of the calendar. So so many lives lost. And, we surviving this pandemic is a gift. 

Till then, be well. Be thankful. Stay safe. Follow the SOP. Wear your mask. 

See you. 

#MyTravelokaEscapade - L O N D O N

I'm a part-time yoga instructor. It is my dream to turn around the part time to a full time. So, I decided to escape the corporate life. I spoke to a few of my close friends before taking the leap. All of them told me to think over.  I know it is all about choices and about smart back up plans...which I had none. I was repeatedly told to consider my day job as a blessing. "Why would you even want to quit when your 9-5 job pays your rent and feeds you?"...I thought of it over and over...and I asked myself..."If not now,when?" Time and tide waits for no man...and I braved myself and have escaped the corporate life...in just 2 months, I will be on my own...concentrating fully on my love, yoga! I want to work for myself...yoga amazes me and keeps me positive and combining my passion in the field of well being is what delights me. So to keep me updated, I need to do a bunch of yoga workshops and retreats and started searching for a place to go...and I "bumped" into a yoga certificate workshop by Sivananda Yoga in London! The fee for the workshop was affordable and a week to roam the streets of LONDON was kinda still manageable...but...to get my ticket to LONDON has kept me thinking over and over...should I, should I not...my feet was itching, the expenses that I would incur churned my tummy...

I've chosen from the heart and they say the rest will follow...and I saw you! Yes, you! TRAVELOKA...Is this a blessing in disguise or what? Wouldn't it be just mind blowing if traveloka.com.my approves my leave!!! I can't wait to see my name in the winners' list ... and in your words, I'm waiting with bated breath!! Come get me!!!#MyTravelokaEscapade!!!

“Quitting, for me, means not giving up, but moving on; changing direction not because something doesn’t agree with you, but because you don’t agree with something. It’s not a complaint, in other words, but a positive choice, and not a stop in one’s journey, but a step in a better direction. Quitting—whether a job or a habit—means taking a turn so as to be sure you’re still moving in the direction of your dreams.”

My Yoga Journey

My Yoga Teacher's Training started in March 2015. Something that I wanted to do for some years back when I started in this path in year 2009. It was all baby steps and learning the asanas under correct guidance, applying sensitivity and care in the process. After 6 years of attending yoga classes as a student, I took the decision last December and enrolled for the training. 

It was during the recent 3 months training, I began to re-learn and learn all that I knew and realigning and connecting with the poses. My Friday evenings, weekends and public holidays were sacrificed. In short, my rest days were spent at the studio - training! Zero time for family and friends. 

The strangest thing was that, there wasn't a moment during this period that I ever thought of quitting or even hesitant to attend the training. It was more of eager and looking forward to "what more is there in store for me" kinda feeling.  I suppose this is the feeling when one is passionate about it.

I couldn't be more happier and blessed to have finally completed 200 hours (RYT200hrs Yoga Alliance-USA) on 7th June 2015 and am now a certified yoga teacher. With this, my real time teaching journey is about to begin. 

Below are some of the vigorous training I underwent in a back bending session.  It was just humbling to be able to open my heart chakra even further and to let go of fear and filling up the space with positive energies. 

My heartfelt thanks goes to my wonderful teachers who taught me on the benefits of meditation, the "oh-so-many" variations in yoga poses, learning about anatomy, the breathing techniques and lots more. From the bottom of my heart too, I thank my family and friends whom I abandoned the past 3 months and despite my no-show, they have never failed to continue to support me till the end.  

And so, here I am now, with a strong desire to share with others what I have learned and ready to find my trademark as I embark on the beginning of my teaching journey whilst eager to watch it unfold!

“Yoga is one of the greatest gifts that has been bestowed on my life. This is the gift that I promise to open when I draw my mat during my sessions, either as a student or as a teacher.” ~ Danem 2015

Pain ...

Pain comes in all forms. The small twinge, a bit of soreness, the random pain. The normal pains we live with every day. Then there’s the kind of pain we can’t ignore. A level of pain so great that it blocks out everything else. Makes the rest of the world fade away. Until all we can think about is how much we hurt. How we manage our pain is up to us.

Pain. We anaesthetize… ride it out, embrace it, ignore it… And for some of us, the best way to manage pain is to just push through it.

Pain. You just have to ride it out. Hope it goes away on its own. Hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions. No easy answers. You just breathe deep and wait for it to subside.

Most of the time, pain can be managed. But sometimes, the pain gets you when you least expect it. Hits way below the belt and doesn’t let up.

Pain. You just have to fight through. Because the truth is, you can’t outrun it. And life always makes more.

Grey's Anatomy - Bring the Pain