This week's sankalpa arrived softly.
Practice silence. Even if just for a breath.
Then we landed in Savasana in one of my classes. And a stampede of kids came tearing down the hall—laughing, giggling, thundering past the studio door like life itself was knocking.
"You wanted silence? Here's your classroom."
And that's when I felt it. Not irritation. But a smile spread across my lips.
Some part of me knew: life heard me. We were in conversation. It was confirming my intention in the most alive, messy, can't-plan-for-this kind of way.
Not the quiet confirmation.
The giggling kind.
The stampeding kind.
The life-is-going-to-test-you-and-also-bless-you kind.
I thought about my Ancestors—
the ones who cultivated silence in the unstill.
Who built wellsprings in places designed to dry them up.
Who carved paths to new futures
with each return to silence.
And now it's my turn.
To keep carving.
To keep returning.
To let every breath, every pause,
become a path back home.
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What's your sankalpa this week? Drop it below or just sit with the question. No pressure. Just presence.
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