In This Season of Grief

I am currently in a season of grief.

With loss comes unprocessed feelings—sadness, anger, confusion—and they don’t always show up in the ways we expect. For me, they surface in sharper edges with the outside world. I find myself snapping at strangers, at small frustrations, at things that normally wouldn’t bother me so deeply.

At home, it looks different. With my children, I hold them tighter. I linger longer in their hugs, soaking in their laughter as medicine for my heart. And still, the tears come often quietly, in the in-between moments, when the weight of it all feels too heavy to carry.

Grief is not tidy. It’s messy, humbling, and unpredictable. Some days, I feel strong and steady. Other days, the simplest thing can unravel me. But in all of it, I am learning that this is part of the healing process.

Yoga has become my space to release. On the mat, I can let the tears flow without apology. The breath reminds me to soften. Each posture whispers: forgive yourself, begin again, you are safe here.

If you are moving through grief too, if you notice yourself more reactive in the world, but deeply tender at home, please know you are not alone.

This season will not last forever. Healing may not look graceful, but it is happening quietly with every breath, every tear, every embrace.

So today, I remind myself, and I remind you: I am enough. I am loved. I am not alone.

From my heart to yours,
🕊️ Asana Mama Yoga