When the world feels too much, I return to the ground – feet on the earth below, arms open to the sky above. This is how I remember that I belong, that I am part of the living current moving through all things. From a young age, I trained as a dancer, and later began practicing yoga and meditation rooted in Buddhism. These were steady foundations – strong, sacred, and disciplined – but over time, as my perspective deepened, so did my practice. My path gradually led me toward movement meditation inspired by Daoist philosophy, and into the realm of meditative dance. Now, I let the quiet intelligence of my body guide me. It’s no longer about performance or perfection, but about presence – about feeling, sensing, and allowing. I follow the rhythm within and around me. I let myself be swayed by the wind – unforced, soft, and alive. When I move, I don’t try to shape the moment, but to be shaped by it. This practice grounds me, heals me, and brings me home to myself.