09/02/2026
Sitting here with my morning coffee before heading out to spread healing and smiles in my NHS role ☕❤️
Tears have surprised me this morning - an old photo of my kids popped up - memories rising up of those precious primary school years with my them. How much time we had together…and how quickly it all moves.
Nostalgia doing what nostalgia does. Yoga keeps reminding me that aparigraha - non-grasping - is an act of love, not loss. When I soften my hold and allow these moments to come and go, they settle more gently in my heart. Letting them flow rather than clinging eases the ache and turns it into something tender - a memory, a story, a quiet reminder of my kids as they journeyed through those early years.
Everything is impermanent, and somehow that makes it even more sacred. What a privilege. What a blessing. 💙💕
This price of yogic wisdom is something we’ve practiced in our yoga classes, and something that we visit often. Yoga teaches us aparigraha isn’t about pushing memories away or pretending things don’t matter. It’s about holding life with open hands. When we loosen our grip, we make space for gratitude instead of heaviness, presence instead of longing. What we love doesn’t disappear - it simply changes form, and we meet it again in breath, in awareness, in now. 🧘♀️