When Yoga Brings You Home

There are moments in life when something familiar finds you again, not because you were searching, but because you were ready.

Today, yoga found me.

Or maybe, more truthfully, we found each other again.

I walked into a yoga studio for the first time in a long time, and before I even stepped onto my mat, I felt it, the scent of transformation and that calming sweet invitation calling me to rise in my personal evolution. The feeling in my body said, this is my place. This is where I belong in this moment.

Yoga has always been that for me.

I completed my first yoga teacher training in the summer of 2012. I didn’t leap to teach my first class until January of 2013, when I started as a volunteer at a women's shelter. Eventually, I stepped fully into the business of yoga, teaching, building, sharing, and learning what it meant to hold space tenderly for others while still learning how to hold myself.

Like many long relationships, my relationship with yoga evolved.

My yoga practice gifted me with opportunities to travel internationally, share peace with others, learn to love deeper, and so much more.

Life shifted.

I desired another level of grounding and long-term security.

Nursing entered the picture. Responsibilities grew. Seasons changed.

And slowly, my personal practice became quieter.

But today reminded me of something essential: Yoga carries an ancient wisdom that meets us exactly where we are.

Today’s class was a heart-opening, throat-opening journey, front body expansion, soft courage, and compassionate truth-telling.

The teacher spoke about keeping the heart open.

About speaking your truth, even if your voice trembles.

And something in me felt so safe, so loved, and so seen.

I am entering a new decade of my life with intention. I want my 40s to be the most grounded, loving, aligned years I’ve ever lived. My practice today reflected that intention to me like a mirror.

Open heart.

Clear voice.

Truth spoken gently, bravely, imperfectly.

Yoga didn’t ask me to be anything other than present.

Sisterhood, Then and Now

Before class, I spoke with my best friend, a woman who feels more like a big sister than anything else. It reminded me how yoga once brought so many sisters into my life. People searching for peace, meaning, healing, and connection.

We’re all on different paths now. Different roles. Different responsibilities.

But the thread remains.

Yoga was never just movement for me.

It was community.

It was belonging.

Yoga for Peace, Not Profit

Studio memberships can be expensive. Practicing yoga in a beautiful space with well-trained teachers is a privilege, especially for nursing students, parents, caregivers, and anyone navigating the weight of real life.

That’s why today’s free community class mattered so much to me.

It reminded me of the vision I once held, and still do.

My vision of yoga as a tool for peace. Not just productivity.

Not performance. But presence.

If I ever return to teaching or training again, whether sculpt, flow, or something entirely new, it will come from that place. A space rooted in care, accessibility, and reverence for the practice.

I left class grounded, open, and deeply grateful.

Grateful for my body.

Grateful for my breath.

Grateful for the version of me who once fell in love with yoga so fully that she became a teacher.

And grateful for the woman I am now who can return without pressure, without proving, without needing to become anything other than herself.

Yoga and I were always meant to find each other again.

And this time, we’re meeting with softer hearts, wiser bodies, and a deeper understanding of what truly matters.

If you’d like to walk alongside me as this unfolds, The Nursing Well will continue to be the place where I share what I know and what I am learning...honestly, slowly, and from the heart.

I don’t know exactly what the next chapter of my relationship with yoga will look like yet, whether it’s teaching, mentoring, writing, or simply practicing with deeper devotion. What I do know is that peace is the priority, and peace is leading the way.

If you’d like to stay connected as this unfolds, you’re warmly welcome here.

This is an unfolding, not a destination.

Namaste,

Mika