Virabhadrasana III

Beneath my foot, warm, gritty earth. From above, light filtering through leaves in golden rays, and in between, silence.

There’s an ancient story woven into these warrior poses: Shiva, consumed by grief, tears a dreadlock from his head and casts it into the fire of loss. From the flames Virabhadra , the fierce warrior is born. He rises from the flames with power: warrior I. He focuses & takes aim with precision: warrior II. And then… he strikes: warrior III.

But beneath the myth is a quieter teaching.
Even in our fiercest moments, there is a pause.
A breath.
A choice.

To react from heat, or to create space.
To let breath stretch the moment between impulse and action. To discover steadiness inside the storm.

In this moment, there was a wobble.
A flicker of doubt. Then the breath arrived. One inhale opened space. One exhale rooted me deeper. And suddenly, the body knew: you are the arrow and the aim. The action and the stillness.

Peace arrives gently, like the filtering light through the leaves. It whispers through trembling muscles. It reminds you that presence is the practice.

Sthira sukham asanam: steady and easeful.