Sandra Dawn

On a loud tournament weekend, I step outside to practice Zee Clarke’s 4-7-8 breath—a reminder that even when life feels eclipsed by noise and urgency, the light is still there and sometimes energy care is just one long exhale in the parking lot.

Winter doesn’t rush me—it asks me to listen. To notice the snow, the stillness, the need for warmth. This Feb 1 full moon, we move slowly: a brief walk, a candle lit, oil warming in our hands for a gua sha practice—small rituals that return us to ourselves.