Dear beloved sitters of silence, breath surfers, candle whisperers, and professional eye closers,

As this year packs its crystals, blows out the incense, and tiptoes toward the exit, I just want to bow deeply to all of you.

We sat with our minds when they behaved like caffeinated squirrels.

We breathed through moments that clearly did not want to be breathed through.

We observed thoughts, named none of them, judged fewer, and still somehow paid our bills.

That is spiritual athleticism.

This year we learned that meditation is not about floating away. It is about staying.

Staying when the breath feels boring.

Staying when emotions knock loudly.

Staying when the universe says “plot twist” and hands you a lesson disguised as Tuesday 🌀

May the coming year bring us

• longer pauses before reactions
• shorter visits from your inner critic
• deeper trust in the quiet voice that does not shout
• and at least one moment a day where you remember “Oh right… I am the sky, not the weather.”💫

May your cushions stay comfy, your spine tall but relaxed, your heart open, and your awareness slightly amused at everything.

See you next year.

Same breath.

New now.

With love, presence, and just a little incense smoke lingering in the air 💫❣️