Wherever you are right now,
However you've arrived here today,
Come as you are,
Messy,
Tired,
Hopeful,
Heavy,
All welcome here.
If your body wants to lie down,
Let it find the earth completely,
Arms by your side,
Palms open like you're ready to receive life itself.
If flying down doesn't feel safe or possible today,
That's wisdom too.
Trust what your body is telling you and find your way to being fully supported.
This is your hour,
Your sanctuary,
Your return home to yourself.
If your eyes want to close,
Let them,
Or soften your gaze to something.
Some days we need to keep watch,
When it feels safe to do so,
Allow whatever settling wants to happen.
Your breath,
You might notice it without changing it,
The rhythm that sustained you through everything,
Every joy,
Every heartbreak,
Every ordinary Tuesday.
In moments when movement feels impossible,
The body whispers its own sacred promises.
Today we honor what's carried you this far.
Three breaths to arrive,
Not perfect arrivals,
Just yours.
Now,
Your sankalpa,
Your deepest intention,
Not what you think you should want,
But what your soul knows is true.
Like waiting for tea to steep,
Some things can't be rushed,
And this truth about yourself has been waiting patiently to be recognized.
The sankalpa lives in present tense,
As if it's already real,
Because in the deepest part of you,
It is.
I am confident and calm in every situation.
I am present and connected in all my relationships.
I am resilient,
Rising from every challenge.
I am vibrant,
Healthy,
And alive in body and mind.
I am open to opportunities that honor my purpose.
Choose the words that make your chest expand,
That feel like coming home.
You might repeat it silently three times,
And let it drop into your heart like a seed into fertile soil.
If it feels right to you,
See it as golden light radiating from your chest,
Spreading through your arms,
Your belly,
Down your legs,
Your fingertips,
Your toes.
Every cell receiving this truth about who you are.
Let's travel through your body,
Not to fix or change anything,
But to witness,
To honor what's carried you this far.
Your body has carried you through everything,
Trust what it knows.
If you notice your right hand,
Feel your thumb,
Your index finger,
Ring,
Little finger.
Each one unique,
Each one yours.
The back of hand,
Wrist that bends and turns.
You might notice your forearm,
Elbow,
Upper arm,
Shoulder.
This arm that reaches,
Embraces,
Creates,
Armpit,
Side of torso,
Waist,
Right leg,
Thigh that held you through every step of your journey,
Knee that bends and straightens,
Calf,
Ankle that pivots and balances,
Heel,
Each toe,
Left side now if awareness wants to move there,
Thumb,
Index,
Middle,
Ring,
Little,
Palm,
Back of the hand,
Wrist,
Forearm,
Upper arm,
Shoulder,
Side,
Waist,
Thigh,
Ankle,
Back of your body,
Your spine,
That incredible architecture holding you upright,
If your shoulders want to drop,
Let them,
Shoulder blades,
Lower back that carried you so much,
Glutes,
Sit bones,
Back of your legs,
Heels touching the earth,
Front of body,
Chest that houses your heart,
Belly that processes life,
Pelvis,
Front of thighs,
Knees,
Shins,
Top of feet,
Toes,
Your head,
Scalp,
Forehead that's furrowed with thought and smooth with peace,
Temples,
Eyes that have seen beauty and sorrow,
Cheeks,
Nose that breathes life,
Lips that speak truth,
Jaw that sometimes clenches,
Sometimes softens,
Throat,
Feel warm awareness moving like sunlight through every part,
Awakening,
Honoring,
Integrating,
Don't judge it,
Just notice,
Your body might begin to dissolve like morning mist lifting from water,
If your toes want to become feathers floating on invisible currents,
Let them,
Legs stretching and lifting,
Weightless as clouds,
Your torso might expand,
Buoyant,
As if gravity has forgotten you,
If your chest wants to open wide,
Ribs floating like wings,
Allow it,
Arms drifting slightly away from your body,
Hands suspended in space,
Head becoming a balloon of consciousness,
Tethered slightly to the earth but reaching toward the sky,
Your whole being,
Weightless,
Expansive,
Free,
Now you might feel yourself transforming,
Becoming rich,
Dark earth,
Toes sinking deep into the ground,
Fingers heavy as golden anchors,
Arms and legs settling,
Rooted,
Held,
Your torso pressing fully into support,
Not collapse,
But conscious surrender,
Head becoming a wise stone,
Solid,
Grounded,
Complete,
Each breath deepening this rootedness,
This beautiful gravity,
This full presence with the earth that holds you,
Both are sacred,
You might find yourself standing in a crystal forest at first light,
Frost covering every branch like diamonds,
The air sharp,
Clean,
Awakening every cell,
Feel it in your skin,
In your muscles,
Piercing through to your bones,
Your breath visible in the cold air,
This isn't discomfort,
This is aliveness,
Electric,
Clarifying,
Every sense heightened,
Now warmth might begin in your core,
Spreading like liquid sunlight through your chest,
Your back,
Your limbs,
You're standing in a desert at a golden hour,
Heat rising from red rocks,
But this heat doesn't burn,
It enlivens,
Every cell awakening,
Every fiber expanding,
Warmth flowing like honey through your veins,
Connecting you to the fire of life,
Itself,
If it feels safe to do so,
Bring to mind something that creates tension,
Not the story,
Just the sensation,
You might notice it in your belly,
Your chest,
Your throat,
The flutter,
The tightness,
The restless energy in your limbs,
Let it be completely present if it wants to be,
This is part of being human,
This energy that sometimes protects you,
Sometimes overwhelms,
We all do this,
If it doesn't feel safe,
That's wisdom too,
Now,
You might watch that tension transform,
Like storm clouds dissolving into clear sky,
Your chest expanding naturally,
Belly softening like water finding its level,
Calm washing through you like a slow river,
Not empty peace but full presence,
Rich,
Alive,
Connected to your deepest truth,
Every exhale releasing what's not yours,
Every inhale filling you with your own power,
This calm is not passive,
It's the stillness from which all strength emerges,
When the world says impossible,
Something deeper whispers,
Watch me,
This is that same unshakable knowing that lives within you,
A return to your natural breath,
This faithful companion that's never left your side,
Sometimes our quietest voice carries our deepest truth,
What wants to be witnessed,
What wants to be whispered through you today,
Each inhale you might draw in your sankalpa,
Let it enter with the air,
Filling your lungs,
Your bloodstream,
Every cell,
Each exhale releasing whatever blocks its full expression,
Old doubts,
Inherited fears,
Stories that no longer serve,
If it feels right for you,
See your sankalpa as light moving through your body,
Down your arms to your hands that create and heal,
Up your spine to your head that dreams and decides,
Into your legs that carry you forward,
Feel your entire being aligned with this deepest truth about yourself,
Not becoming something new,
But recognising something always,
Something that has always been true,
In your mind's eye you might see a path opening before you,
You're in a landscape,
Maybe it's a forest clearing where light falls in columns,
A riverbank where water speaks and whispers,
A vast field where sky meets earth in perfect horizon,
This is your sanctuary,
Walk slowly if you choose,
Feeling each step,
Notice textures under your feet,
Quality of light,
Subtle sounds,
The aliveness all around you,
From dusty roads and distant countries to this moment with you,
All paths lead here,
A head you might see a symbol of your sankalpa,
Perhaps a tree whose roots go deep and branches reach high,
A lantern glowing with steady flame,
A figure radiating the qualities you embody,
If it feels safe to approach slowly with reverence,
This isn't separate from you,
This is you,
Your highest self,
Your truest nature,
Your deepest knowing,
You might feel this symbol merging with your energy,
Becoming part of your breathing,
Your heartbeat,
Your very presence,
You are not reaching for something outside of yourself,
You are coming home to what was never lost,
Begin to feel your physical body,
The surface supporting you,
The air around your skin,
The steady rhythm of your breath,
Your fingers,
Can you feel them?
If they want to wiggle,
Gently let them,
Your toes,
Let them wake slowly if that feels right,
You might repeat your sankalpa silently three times,
Feeling it now not as aspiration but as recognition,
This is who you are,
This is who you've always been,
Take a deep breath,
Feeling every corner of your being with presence,
With power,
With peace,
Exhale,
Anchoring this truth in your bones,
Your blood,
Your very essence,
When you're ready,
Only when you're ready,
If your eyes want to open gently,
Let them,
Look around as if seeing for the first time,
This is the world through the eyes of your sankalpa,
Through the eyes of your truest self,
You carry this with you now,
Notice something fragile that might break but is something unshakable that can weather any storm,
May you trust the power that moves through you,
May you recognize who you are even when the world forgets,
May you embody your sankalpa with every breath,
Every step,
Every choice,
You are already whole,
You are already enough,
You are already exactly who you came here to be,
Now if it feels right to you,
You might explore some sacred practices for embodying your sankalpa,
In the morning,
Repeat your sankalpa three times before rising,
Feeling it in your body,
Throughout the day,
When challenged,
Return to your breath and your intention,
In the evening,
Reflect on one moment you embodied your sankalpa today,
Some find it helpful to journal about their experience,
You know your life better than anyone,
Trust what feels right,
Take what serves you and leave the rest behind,
Namaste.
