12/10/2025
✨ How I Felt After Teaching Pranayama Workshop in Myanmar ✨
There are moments in life that feel like a gentle exhale—soft, expansive, and full of grace. Teaching the Pranayama Yoga workshop in Myanmar was one of those moments.
As I stood before a room of open-hearted seekers, the air itself felt sacred. Each breath we shared became a thread weaving us together—across cultures, across stories, across silence. The stillness between inhales and exhales held a kind of magic, as if the universe paused to listen.
I felt radiant. Not in the way a spotlight shines, but in the way a candle glows quietly in a temple—steady, warm, and deeply present. The enthusiasm in their eyes, the reverence in their practice, the way they received each technique with curiosity and devotion—it filled me with a sense of purpose that words can barely hold.
In that space, surrounded by the gentle rhythm of breath and the golden light of Yangon’s evening, I felt beautiful. Beautiful in spirit, in connection, in the privilege of guiding others toward inner stillness.
It wasn’t just a workshop. It was a communion. And I carry its echo in my heart like a prayer.
