It always surprises me how much courage it takes to begin again.
Today, I sat with my breath and noticed how many times my mind wandered.
Thoughts pulled at me like wind tugging at loose fabric.
But each time, I came back.
Not perfectly.
Not forcefully.
Just… gently.

I think that’s what this practice teaches most —
that there is power in the return.
That returning is the path.

Today, I begin again.
With a breath. With care. With presence.