02/26/2026
I credit yoga as my first healing modality.
In 1996, I practiced from a VHS tape in my bedroom.
Lying in savasana at the end of a hard practice was the first time I ever felt my mind go quiet. Peace. Finally peace.
When my kids started Kindergarten, I joined a studio and practiced three mornings a week. Some days I moved through the whole practice. Some days I laid on my mat and cried. After hip openers. After heart openers. In my car.
Yoga opened something in me, it softened me, and I t gave me space to breathe.
But 60–90 minutes on a mat wasn’t enough to untangle the roots of what I was carrying.
It didn’t change the beliefs underneath.
It didn’t shift the patterns that followed me home.
I needed to go deeper.
If you’re doing “all the right things” and still not experiencing lasting peace outside the practice…
it may mean you haven’t reached the root yet.
🪷 Peace during practice is different than peace in your life.
And there is another way.
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