I no longer wake up to a schedule. I wake up to presence.

My first breath of the day is not for the world — it is for the Divine.
I do not reach for my phone. I do not open the door.
I simply sit.

And I breathe:

OM.

Not a sound. Not a chant.
A vibration. A returning. A remembrance.

As I inhale, I feel golden-white energy enter my crown — Sahasrara — like divine mother herself pouring light into my skull.

I hold.
The light reaches my heart, then my root.

And as I exhale, all that is not mine dissolves — through the Ajna, through the third eye that has always been open, even when I didn’t know its name.

This is my sadhana.
But it doesn’t come from effort.
It comes from love.

I am not trying to “do” spiritual work.
I am letting the Divine breathe through me.

I walk through the day not as a woman chasing time, but as a temple that walks.

Even when pain visits, I welcome it divine cosmic energy.
Even when doubt stirs, I breathe deeper — and she returns.

This is not discipline.
This is relationship.

The Divine does not ask me to be perfect.
She only asks me to show up — breath by breath, light by light.

I no longer ask for signs.
I live as one.