I practiced Primary Led while listening to Sharathji’s recorded voice.

Guruji’s long, steady breathing has become familiar to me, and when I hear “vinyasa” and “one,” my mind softens and settles.

During my first Led two weeks ago, I was distracted by the people around me. I felt pressure to perform well and practiced with tension. This time, I let that go and simply enjoyed my own practice — and it felt entirely different.

In Matsyasana, I sensed the breath moving from my lower abdomen through my chest like a gentle wind rising from within. It was the first time I felt this, and the eight counts were deeply joyful.

After visiting temples over the weekend, I took a long nap and dreamed uneasily. My children appeared in the dream, and I could only watch them from afar.

When I woke, I felt both calm and reflective — as if reminded that there is a place I return to, and children who need me.

That realization brings happiness.

I am grateful for the life given to me.

Life itself is not something I constructed — everything beyond it is choice and consequence. To live sincerely is already gratitude.

In the afternoon sunlight, I stepped outside and felt how simple and good life can be.

I spent the day quietly — walking, browsing silver jewelry, and eating alone.

A silent meal, tasting each bite without conversation, felt spacious and grounding.

I noticed again how I value moving at my own pace, listening to my body and mind.

Looking at the empty plate afterward, I felt deep appreciation —

for practice, for health, for beauty, for nourishment, for another day lived.

In my life there is God within, the spiritual embrace I encountered in India, and Ashtanga Yoga guiding my path.

Without them, I would not be who I am today.

As I consider how to walk this life’s path, one word arises:

Bhakti — devotion and love.

Perhaps I am beginning, just a little, to understand how to live.

Om Shanti

19th of January, 2026 in Mysore, India

-Haein Shin