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Some of my most honest moments of union have happened in the simplest of ways—taking a deep breath and realizing, I’m still here. Moving through a posture and feeling my body whisper, thank you. Sitting in silence and hearing the chaos in my mind slowly lose its grip. These moments don’t make me perfect, but they bring me back to balance. And from balance, I can meet the world differently.

The life of a traveling Yogini had its glamour. I saw the world, lived in villas that others only dream of renting for a week, and forged connections with people at the very top of global power structures. For a time, it was intoxicating—the beauty of the settings, the adventure of constant travel, the surreal proximity to wealth and influence.

But glamour is rarely the whole story.