Road 2 Clarity, Rochester Hills, MI (2026)

02/15/2026

Valentines Day Partner Yoga was absolutely precious 🥹

Intention, devotion, laughter, depth, connection and play filled the space. We moved, breathed, danced, meditate, eye gazed, journeyed to the beat of the drum and reflected through cards.
It was beautiful to see the love these couples shared 🥰

&connection

01/23/2026

Nature reminds me how to surrender.

Cold air and wide open arms.
Learning that strength can be soft, stillness can hold me and rest / reflection is essential during this season of life.

Nature never rushes, so neither should I ❄️🌲

01/22/2026

🌸 IN FULL BLOOM 🌸

A one-day mini yoga retreat to reconnect, honor spring equinox, rebalance and bloom into your next season.

A nourishing day designed to help you slow down, tune into your intuition, and cultivate clarity, connection, and abundance.

Led by Christina + Claire, this immersive experience blends mindful movement, grounding rituals, creativity, and heartfelt community. An intentional pause to refill your cup -
body, mind, and spirit.

✨ What to Expect✨
• Slow Flow Yoga
• Opening Ceremony & Introductions
• Catered Lunch
• Clarity & Connection Workshop
• Yin Yoga + Reiki
• Journaling & Closing Circle

🧘What’s Included🧘
• 2 yoga classes
• 1 guided workshop
• 2 connection & reflection circles
• Catered lunch, beverages & snacks
• A free gift with purchase

📍 2244 Hot Yoga
🗓 March 22, 2026
⏰ 11:00 AM – 5:00 PM
💫 Investment: $300 (20% off for members)

This retreat is for anyone craving reconnection, clarity, and a supportive space to simply be.

Spots are limited.

🌸 Bloom with us.
Sign up through the MINDBODY app or via the link in bio:
https://www.2244hotyoga.com/class-schedule

01/18/2026

5 Year Sobriety Date -

I didn’t walk into recovery with a plan.
It was something I desperately wanted but didn’t know how.
I was carried into it by a moment that brought everything to a halt.

What I thought was an ending quietly became a new beginning.
Most people get into accidents and that’s the doorway into their addiction, mine was the opposite. My accident was rehab in disguise.

My body was forced to stop—
and in that stillness, something I had been outrunning
finally caught up to me.

Sobriety wasn’t a decision at first.
It was a pause.
A rupture in momentum.
A space where numbing was no longer available
and truth began to surface. With that truth came many emotions that had been blocked out for years.

What followed wasn’t instant clarity—
it was listening.
It was uncomfortableness.
It was painful withdrawals that had me feeling like I wanted to crawl out of my skin.
Learning how to live without escape routes.
Letting sensation, memory, and grief move through
a body that was already learning how to heal.

The accident became a threshold.
Not because it fixed me—
but because it removed the option to disappear.

Recovery didn’t arrive with certainty.
It arrived with presence.
With wanting a healthier life.
With reclaiming my sovereignty.
With not abandoning myself when it got hard.

Five years later, I understand:
my healing didn’t begin when the pain ended—
it began when I stopped avoiding it.

Sobriety returned me to my body.
To my intuition.
To a life lived from the inside out.

I honor the version of me who didn’t know she was entering recovery— and the woman who kept choosing it anyway.

Five years sober.
Five years of listening.
Five years of becoming.
Five years of forgiveness.

And I remain entirely grateful for the moment that slowed me enough to finally come home to myself. 🤍

01/17/2026

🚑The Crash 🚑

Five years ago, death came knocking on my door for the second time. Little did I know the drugs saved me in the accident yet the crash saved from my addiction and ultimately myself. The duality.

It was a quiet winter night.
Snow falling. Roads empty.
I was curled up in fetal pose, unaware that everything I knew was about to fracture.

Black ice doesn’t announce itself.
One second there was stillness—
the next, brutal impact.

Metal screaming. Glass flying. Engine cramming its way into the interior of the truck. Seats twisting. Airbag exploding in my face.
My body thrown into a moment that would split my life in two. The only thing that stopped me from going through the windshield & being catapulted was Masons arm.

I remember trying to breathe.
Blood filling spaces it didn’t belong.
The confusion.
The cold.
The instinct—deep, primal— stay. Fight.

I didn’t know what had happened, only that I was still here.
Pulled from the wreckage, surrounded by strangers who became lifelines, sirens cutting through the snow like a promise.
“Help is coming. Stay with us.”

And I did.

What followed wasn’t just survival—it was endurance.
Hospital rooms. Fractures, tears, injuries no one could see.
A body stuck in fight-or-flight long after the danger passed.
Pain that lingered.
PTSD that resurfaced without warning.
Grief layered on top of grief.

I lost more than my sense of safety.
I lost versions of my life, my home, my pack, the future I thought I was moving toward.
There were days I didn’t recognize myself—
and days I wondered if I ever would again.

But here’s what I know now:
I stayed.
I listened to my body.
I asked for help.
I kept breathing even when it hurt.

Healing didn’t come all at once.
It came in inches.
In tears.
In rest.
In learning how to live inside a changed body.

Five years later, I carry scars—physical and invisible.
But I also carry strength I didn’t know existed.

A deeper reverence for life.
A softer relationship with time.
A knowing that every breath is a gift.

This accident didn’t break me—
it initiated me.
I am still healing.
I always will be.
And I am deeply, fiercely grateful to still be here. ❤️

01/17/2026

I have been the girl who survived.

The girl who thought she was broken and unlovable.
The girl who felt the weight of her world crashing down.
The girl who shook every time sirens passed.
The girl who learned pain like a second language.
The girl who seeked validation from men.
The girl who carried grief in her bones and hope in her breath.

I lost the life I was living in the blink of a second —
my home, addiction, pets, partner, physical ability, rational thought, work and independence. I rebuilt slowly, cell by cell, day by day. I couldn’t see an end to my suffering during the thick of my darkness. It was masked in hard truths I didn’t want to confront so as spiraled in loops until I was ready to end that cycle.

There were years I thought healing meant going back to who I was. Now I know it means wholeness. I am the same girl but live vastly different.

Much Softer. Braver. Calmer. Slower. More free. More honest. More alive. More rooted in my purpose which is to simply be.

I release the story that I am fragile or broken.
I release the belief that my body betrayed me.
I release the neglect.
I release the heaviness my body held that my mind couldn’t process.
I release the timelines, the comparisons, the pressure to “be over it.”

My body remembers—
but it also knows how to heal.
How to adapt.
How to keep choosing life, again and again.

I honor every version of me that carried this journey:
the fighter,
the griever,
the numb one,
the hopeful one,
the woman who stayed when it would’ve been easier to disappear.

Five years later, I’m not here because I’m untouched—
I’m here because I am resilient. Because I allowed the pain to be my greatest teacher.
Because I listened.
Because I kept breathing.

This is my celebration of life.
Not because it’s been easy—
but because fait chose that my time here wasn’t done.

Here’s to the versions I’ve been.
Here’s to the one I am now.
Here’s to the woman I’ll become.
Here’s to choosing presence, softness, and freedom.
Here’s to living the life I once dreamed of❤️

This is me reclaiming my story but not forgetting just how far I have come.

01/17/2026

I had the pleasure of working with magazine on a story regarding my life, work, path, and healing journey.

They reached out to me through word of mouth and we got started with my interview. Today it was published, little did they know it is my 5 year car accident anniversary date.

What divine timing & a blessing 🙏

I trust the signs. I trust my path. I trust this passion and innate wisdom within.

To read the full blog here’s the link - https://voyagemichigan.com/interview/daily-inspiration-meet-claire-koger/

Shout out to for taking the time to feature me, thank you 🙏

01/16/2026

Where breath becomes a portal… This is what it looks like to breathe with me.

An ancient remembering.
A ceremonial return to the body.
A space rooted in safety, light, and unconditional love.

This is not about forcing release—
it’s about creating enough safety for the nervous system to soften, so the breath can become medicine
and the body can release what words never could.

You are guided with intention.
You are held with both gentleness and strength.
You are met exactly where you are.

Here, transformation doesn’t come from pushing—
it comes from being present, being supported,
being allowed to feel what has been suppressed. It’s a door way into your rawest most unapologetic self.

Breath as the bridge.
The body as the wisdom.
Love as the container. 🤍

My books are open to receive you, DM to book a private or group session 🌬️

beyond grateful you were my partner and that we both got to facilitate for one another in such safe, transformative and profound beautiful breath work ceremonies.

thank you for capturing this images 🤍

01/15/2026

These images surfaced from a year ago. My body still remembers the cords that were cut and threads that were woven.

Time is something we learned to measure, not something that truly exists the way we believe it does. In Sedona, that became undeniable. Days didn’t pass, they cracked me wide open.
What I experienced there wasn’t bound by a clock, but by presence. Not in minutes or hours, but in sensation, breath, and cellular knowing. What unfolded wasn’t bound to a clock — it moved through me.

My breathwork training with became a rupture in linear time. Moments stretched, memories surfaced, futures softened. I wasn’t becoming someone new, I was remembering something ancient.

Many tears were shed, we laughed, raged, danced, singed, sat in ceremony, connected to plant medicine, explored the magical land, created sisterhood bonds, healed, and alchemize together. It was profoundly transformative. Something I’m still integrating.

What a journey it’s been 🙏

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01/12/2026

Creativity is prayer in physical form.
Each bead placed with intention, each piece telling its own quiet story. Crafted by hand, guided by intuition. This is where creativity meets ritual.

A grounding talisman of protection and ancient wisdom.
This piece carries steady, anchoring energy—shielding the wearer while strengthening intuition, courage, and resilience.
Rooted in earth and ocean, it invites presence, confidence, and a deep remembrance of inner strength carried through time.

DM for a custom order 🔮

01/09/2026

Spent the morning crafting this custom beauty ✨

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