Her Sādhana, My Samskāra

 

A tribute to the subtle strength she passed on to me through her morning sadhana

 

Each morning, before the world stirred, my mother would rise in quiet devotion and engage in a half-hour of gentle movement. At the time, I saw it as a simple habit. But now, through the lens of yoga, I recognize it as something far deeper—she was practicing Sukshma Vyayama, the subtle art of awakening prāṇa, harmonizing nāḍīs, and preparing the manas for the day ahead.

 

She never called it yoga. She simply embodied it.

 

This silent sādhana she gifted me is the most precious dāna I have received. It took me years to understand its depth, and now I carry it forward with reverence.

 

On this day—nine years since she left her physical form—I bow to her memory. With gratitude, with love, and with the breath she taught me to honor.

 

Miss you, Amma

Ramesh