The Eye of the Storm is wisdom that speaks without words

There is a kind of knowing that doesn't speak in sentences. It speaks in breath. In stillness. In the space in between one heartbeat and the next. This week, I've been living inside that space. My husband, Alan, is in the hospital. His heart, quite literally. in the care of others. Surgery is scheduled for Thursday morning and life feels like the middle of a storm I can't control. And yet, I showed up to class. Not as someone with answers, but as the quiet center of the swirl. Not from ease , but from trust of something deeper than words--and what's blowing me open--what I'm still trying to name--is how this SOMA work is meeting Alan. I've shared it with him. His body softens, his spirit steadies. The breath becomes the bridge. This work is not just a theory, it's spirit in motion. It's love made audible through the lungs. It's the kind of wisdom that doesn't explain itself--it moves. Today's session was intense. So is life, but I didn't wait for it to get easy. I chose to anchor anyway. To all of you sailing your own invisible seas--I see you and I'm right here with you, in the breath between waves. If you feel moved to send a prayer for Alan, I will hold it close.

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