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…
