13/08/2026
I hate posting about yoga on here sometimes. 🫣
Not because I don't love this practice.. I am endlessly grateful every day..
But because the parts that actually matter don't fit in a square.
You can't photograph the moment I chose to pause instead of react.
You can't see how differently I face hard things now,
or how my breath moves through my body compared to how it used to catch and stall.
You can't take a picture of a klesha...of noticing the attachment, the aversion, the old fear response and quietly choosing not to feed it.
Yoga, for me, was never really about the shapes. It was about everything invisible that led me to be able to make them.
So when you see a photo of me (or anyone) stretching in a cute outfit, know you're looking at maybe 2% of the story.
The rest happened off camera.. on the mat, in the pause before I spoke, in a breath nobody filmed.
If you want the part that never makes it onto the grid, come find it in person. That's where the real practice lives. 🙏🏻🤍
