A sample essay about the space between work and family, to be replaced with my own writing. Some seasons of life are full of other people’s needs. Finding time for yourself can feel like another task.
A practice that belongs to you does not have to look like anyone else’s. It does not need a perfect room, a long morning, or a perfectly quiet mind.
“A small practice is still a practice.”
It can begin with a few gentle movements and a moment of attention. It can be a weekly class that becomes a familiar point of return.
Rather than squeezing your life into a practice, perhaps the invitation is to let the practice fit your life. There is room to begin exactly here.