I step into a well lit studio. My body aching from the unrest, from my demanding mind to push it further. Evidently the two lost a connection for a while, resulting in suffering inevitably, for both.

I unroll my mat. I sit my legs crossed. A deep sound arises from the base of my belly up, through my chest, stopping there, rattling the chords of heart. Rising higher to the crown of my head. I feel the pulse in my vessels. The practice has begun.