The morning was quiet and dark. The fog hung low over the valley. I slid onto my cushion, my hands holding my heart, bowing my head in honour of this time I offer in devotion to the life within me every day.

After silent prayer I began to play my harmonium, deep resonant sounds which my body softens to. My voice humming slow and deep, the vibrations sweeping rumination and tension through and away, leading my mind and body back home.

Om Aim Hrim Shrim. Om Aim Hrim Shrim. Om Aim Hrim Shrim.

This time on my cushion is my sacred time for me.

I belong to no one except myself.

It is here I remember who I am.

It is here I remember I am not my emotions, I am not my thoughts. I am not the beliefs that have corralled me for a lifetime.

I am not my kids, my work, my responsibilities, my likes and dislikes.

In remembering this, I remember freedom.

I remember who I am not in order to remember who I am.

And this sacred time in my day, where I belong to myself, is the daily healing self-care balm that sets me, and my loved ones, free.

Practice with me now and find that place where you belong 🧡