THE CUP

Still Coming Home: 

A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath

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

The Cup

I once gave her a cup printed with our picture (picture of me and mom); my small gesture of love on an ordinary day.  

She kept it carefully, using it only when she felt well, as though preserving the moment inside it.  And, she used to show it fondly, to relatives and visitors, who visited her. 

After she passed, I found it again.  In the kitchen cabinet, where she kept safely. 

The image was faded, but the warmth was still there.  

That cup became my anchor, proof that love leaves traces that outlast the body.

Pause and breathe — what stirred within you?

Notes / What I Felt:

I hold the cup when missing her feels sharp.

Love endures beyond form.

Memories can be tangible.

She loved me, alot …

HER GENTLE VOICE

Still Coming Home: A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath

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

Her Gentle Voice

Even after she was gone, I still heard her voice; that soft instructions she gave me all my life: “Eat well. Sleep Early. Don’t get angry. Slow down.”

When I found myself walking too fast, I could almost feel her hand on my arm, reminding me to breathe. 

Kindness was her way of being, reminding me of her ever soft instructions, which were her quiet rebellion against a hurried world.  

I’m only now beginning to understand the depth of her wisdom.

Pause and breathe; what stirred within you?

Notes / What I Felt:

Her voice follows me.

Gentleness is stronger than I thought.

I carry her lessons forward.

WHEN LOSS ARRIVED …again :(

Still Coming Home: A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath

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

WHEN LOSS ARRIVED - again 

Just as I began to find my rhythm, life shifted again.  

Loss doesn’t ask for permission; it arrives uninvited, rearranging everything.  

As the new year (2025) began, my world went silent in a different way.  My mom passed away. 

The practice that had once brought me peace now became my only language for survival; breath in, breath out, one day at a time.

Pause and breathe; what stirred within you?

Notes / What I Felt:

Grief arrived like a storm.

Breath became my lifeline.

I was learning to carry both sorrow and love.

THE LEAP

 Still Coming Home: A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath

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

THE LEAP 

One day, the balance tipped. 

I realized the teachings of yoga were speaking louder than my job title.  

Leaving the corporate world wasn’t rebellion; it was relief.  

The decision felt terrifying and weightless at once, like stepping off a familiar cliff and finding if the air could hold you.

Pause and breathe; what stirred within you?

Notes / What I Felt:

Courage mingled with fear.

Freedom appeared like a quiet gift.

Trusting the unknown felt right.

THE GRAVITY OF A DIFFERENT WORLD

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.

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.