08/12/2025
Clouds, one of my absolute favorite things in all the ways they can majestically arrive. This particular day offered bright blue sky and big fluffy clouds; it was a captivating and wondrous scene in real time. I caught this photo about a month ago in a very open space, on one of those perfect weather days while having a very late, much needed conversation. The kind of conversation that calls for you to dig deep and say the thing out loud for the cathartic release of it. The kind that calls for acceptance and true grace. Asking the daunting questions where it tends to a wound, and supports you in another step on your path of healing. The conversation was heavy; the sky’s answer was light. I felt lighter. It wasn’t long, but a seized moment I took and a literal u-turn on Godwin Blvd, (beep beep) to get there. I became very intentional about it, as this was something I’d been avoiding and holding for far too long. I was ready not as a feeling but as a decision. My breath carrying me the whole way.
Like clouds, we are ever changing and shifting through our life experiences. Learning, healing, growing, leaning in as we find our way in these new versions of ourselves, our lives. The people, our families and communities around us, change. It’s beautiful, fortuitous and incredibly inspiring. It’s also messy, hard and feels scary, and sometimes sad. But the sun does still rise and set, and we are gifted the opportunity to begin again, and again.
In yoga, we practice returning to the breath again, and again, not because it’s the same every time, but because we are not the same every time. The breath meets us where we are when we allow it. Our consistent practice showing up off the mat in real life where it’s needed. It’s an anchor back to self; a healer, a guide on our personal path as well as our shared paths, and we carry it with us everywhere we go. The breath is our sky within. Vast, patient, and ever ready to receive us.
