On Returning to Yourself

Somewhere along the way, looking after yourself became another thing to be efficient at. Ten steps. Before and after. Results in fourteen days.

The oldest traditions were never about results. They were about repetition — the same small gestures, kept, for a lifetime. A grandmother's hands. A recipe nobody wrote down.

Returning to yourself is not a transformation. There is nothing to become. It is the opposite: the quiet act of coming back to who you already were. A few minutes, most days, with no audience.

That is the whole practice. It has always been enough.