on my yoga
My encounter with yoga did not arrive suddenly, but quietly layered itself into my days.
Since childhood, somewhere within, I have been contemplating what it means to live.
There were paths I walked, as if guided by an unseen presence, time spent facing life—fragile, yet holding a quiet, steady core within, and moments when I chose to pause and step away.
In my connections with others, there were times when my sense of self would waver.
And within all of it, something had already been there.
The simple act of living as myself.
Not going somewhere, but gently becoming aware of what is already here.
Yoga is a return—beyond feeling, to the core of being.
Before I notice, I find myself quietly returning to my core.
Every step I have taken is now connected to the yoga I live today.
