The practice of Yin became a quiet harbor for me, mind and body settling into the long patience that healing asked after my fall. Breath played its keen role, a slow tide moving through tender places, teaching me how to listen to its guidance and soften without collapsing.
Each inhale lifted me; each exhale loosened the strain. Staying tuned to every small signal let me tend the hurt while letting the rest of me drift in gentle motion, a kind of moving stillness. Protecting one tender place made the whole body brighter to me, each part speaking to the others, each movement revealing how we are one woven thing.
🙏 You are appreciated, Devi as guide, teacher, and friend in the soft, luminous way friendship appears on the mat.