28/04/2026
I went to India to become more spiritual.
India had other plans.
Five times I returned. Two years of my life, in total. Most of it in Rishikesh - yoga schools at every corner, the Ganga flowing right in front of me, the Himalayas watching from a distance.
The scene was everything I had imagined.
And yet - India broke me open in a way I never expected.
Not because of the poverty. Not because of the chaos. But because life there held up a mirror so sharp, so unforgiving, that I had no choice but to look.
I had not cried in ten years.
In Rishikesh, I cried.
Not from sadness. From recognition. From finally meeting myself - not the version I was building, not the seeker, not the student, just me. A human being. Fragile. Alive. Enough.
That was the real teaching India gave me.
Not more techniques. Not another practice. Not a higher state.
Just this. The body. The breath. The moment. Fully felt.
It was in that sacred, uncomfortable, beautiful place that I met the woman who would become my wife.
India gave me far more than I came looking for.
It gave me back to myself.
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If you've ever pushed so hard toward growth that you forgot to simply feel - this is for you.
That's why I do this work. Not to help you become more. But to help you come back.
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