08/10/2026
“Come home to yourself.”
Friday morning, I saw this captioned on Tai’s post promoting her Jivamukti Yoga class this past Thursday night.
Her post went on to say:
“There is something that happens when we practice by candlelight...
The world grows quiet.
The mind softens.
The breath becomes a prayer.
And for just a little while, you remember who you are beneath all the noise.”
It’s been years since I practiced with Tai, and a regular Jivamukti practice with her is something I miss deeply while I’m in this season of motherhood.
I love being a mother, but I also know there are pieces of myself that have been stored away while I nurture my little ones.
I am ok with that, but I still need to “come home to myself” every once in a while…
I was grateful to have the opportunity to quiet the noise, breathe, & soften this past Thursday night.
As I landed on my mat in a familiar venue with the sound of Tai’s beautiful, calming voice, I felt home.
After a guided meditation, we chanted together, like every Jivamukti class begins, and I said to myself, “I’m home”, as tears feel from my eyes and I held my hands over my heart.
Some mothers are besides themselves when their babies eventually leave the nest, but I am blessed to know who I am before Danny and the kids, and I believe I’ll always be able to find my way back to her.
My way back Home.
If you’re lost in the season of motherhood, remember this:
While you enjoy and love your babies, don’t lose the woman you were in your heart before they came earth side— You’ll need to come home to her again one day.
With so much love,
♡CB
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