BOTH MATTER.
One expands us; the other steadies us
Together, they make us whole.
a life both connected and grounded,
held by many hands, seen from many places.

The deep ties roots us.
the folks who can stay through silence,
who meet us in truth and tenderness.
They hold the weight of who we are and are becoming.

The light ties remind us of the wider web we belong to.
the small kindnesses, brief conversations,
the familiar faces that bring color to ordinary days.
They stretch the edges of our world,
reminding us that belonging isn’t always about depth,
sometimes it’s about reach and simple touch.

We can’t force the body to be what we want it to ;
we invite it to slow down.

To trust that slowness is safe,
and in slowing down,
we finally breathe again.

Sometimes we live too long in that pause, we forget how to exhale.
We rush, we brace,
we move through days half-present.

The way back is gentle.
A slow moment,
a softened shoulder,
a deeper breath.

From pressure, form arises:
a vessel born of patience, strong enough to cradle water, to hold the hush of silence, to carry the tender weight of becoming.

And when I proclaim why you have visited, and no one can meet my needs, can I meet you?
Hold my ache with both hands to soften you a bit?

Because when I do, I find the weight loosens.
The air clears and I can separate what is and what is not.

It lingers because underneath it, is longing to be heard, to be seen, to be met with respect instead of dismissal.
I have learned to ask: do I have the words to give you a voice? To make your presence known to others, so you aren't left in the silence, in the shadows.

Yoga practice is not a brand or a commodity monetized. It’s a path. In this path, it’s what you carry with care and clarity that matters. That path is for me to take.