I feel most at home in my body when I’ve just rolled out of savasana.
I become a blank canva as a sense of complete embodiment washes over me and everything feels simple again. This post-savasana subspace is called samadhi, a blissful state where we are temporarily relieved of all suffering, completely rooted within ourselves and the present moment. This often fleeting sense of samadhi is a moment of self-remembrance and returning home. I look forward to that feeling at the end of every yoga class or meditation.
A little while ago I shared an instagram post asking people about their relationship to the home in their body. The responses were similar: up and down, full of comparison, complicated. Each of us reading this have our own definitions of home influenced by what we witnessed home to be while growing up. To make sure we’re all on the same page, let’s agree that home is a place you feel safe, where you can rest your head, where you are protected, where you can be quiet, where no one is watching you, where there is nothing to prove, and there is no work to do. This kind of belonging, security, and peace exists in a realm within your own body.Â