The place to heal

• It’s humid and scorching hot.
  

• The yellow Thai morning light paints the yoga shala beautifully.
  

• Birds singing outside.
  

• The teacher has wild brown hair and an animal vibe.
  

• Sophia.
  

• Big eyes and confident moves.
  

• Wild, free and close to nature.
  

• Instantly she gets my full attention.
  

• And I trust her.
  

• As we are moving through 90 minutes of yoga.
  

• After challenging liberating hip openers, jumps, breathwork and twists, we enter the last pose.
  

• Relaxing in Savasana.
  

• Accompanied by Devi Prayer.
  

• I close my eyes and notice I can finally breathe deeper.
  

• My breath is long, even and smooth.
  

• There is no interruption, nothing in the way, it’s just a soft flow.
  

• Warming and calming my body from the inside.
  

• It feels easy, so easy.
  

• And healing.
  

• A sparkling sensation spreads through my body as tears press behind my closed eyelids.
  

• Slowly streaming down on my cheeks.
  

• Making my ears wet, dripping down onto the mat.
  

• I can’t stop it.
  

• I try not to dry them, but instead embracing them.
  

• It’s a relief, it’s happiness.
  

• It’s a big step for this stressed super woman to be able to find the breath after such a long time.
  

• After the class I wanted to thank her but I felt so vulnerable and shaky.
  

• So I just ran to my room and cried.
  

• No wonder it’s called Wonderland Healing Centre.
  

• The place to be.
  

• To heal.
  

• To breathe.