As December winds down, a very specific kind of atmospheric pressure starts to build. Your feed is likely screaming about "2026 Goal Setting", with a montage of everyone’s "Best 10" highlights, and there’s an unspoken demand to turn your entire year into a tidy, three-paragraph LinkedIn summary.
But wellbeing - the kind yoga gently teaches - doesn’t thrive under evaluation. The body doesn’t process a year the way a spreadsheet does. Some experiences settle slowly. Some truths surface only after the noise fades.

There’s a very specific kind of pressure that arrives every December. It comes wrapped in fairy lights, scented candles, and playlists that insist this is the most wonderful time of the year. The pressure to feel joyful. To feel grateful. To be emotionally radiant on schedule…

Beyond classrooms, life has its own curriculum - offered through unexpected teachers: heartbreak, joy, silence, discomfort, and yes… even a stubborn Crow Pose that refuses to behave. Yoga has a beautiful way of turning everyday moments into lessons if the heart is willing to listen. The mat becomes a miniature world where everything happening internally is reflected. Breath becomes wisdom. Falling becomes feedback. Stillness becomes revelation.

October 20 - Vietnamese Women’s Day has come and gone - the flowers have begun to fade, the wishes have quieted, and life is softly returning to its usual rhythm. Yet, somewhere inside, maybe there’s a part of you that still wants to hold onto the tenderness of that day - the feeling of being seen, appreciated, and reminded of your quiet strength…

Our brains feel foggy not because we’re forgetful, but because constant digital distractions overload our attention. Instead of drastic detoxes, small habits—like doing one thing at a time, embracing boredom, and keeping your phone away briefly—can help reset our focus and allow our phone to enjoy a little a break too :)

In the midst of this vibrant whirl, summer invites us into a quiet balancing act — a dance between motion and stillness. For some, that balance is found on the yoga mat. For others, in the hush of a shaded garden. And for many, it’s been appearing lately in a form both ancient and unexpected: the sound bath.

There are love songs for the heart. Sonnets for the soul. But today, let’s write a small something to your under-celebrated supporters always… your back.

There’s a certain kind of magic to stepping outside on a July morning. The air is already humming. The sunlight slips through the trees like honey, and for a moment, you forget your to-do list. You close your eyes. Breathe in. And feel - just slightly more alive.

That’s not coincidence. That’s biochemistry.

Welcome to your brain on sunshine. ☀️