Yoga Poem for Mama

I spent hours writing a guided meditation for a corporate retreat in Serenbe, and it just wouldn’t come. I pushed, overthought, and tried to force something meaningful out of a place that wasn’t ready to give. All in the pursuit of getting it right.

Then my computer shut down. Unsaved. Gone.

My daughter watched the whole thing unfold. The panic, the frustration, and the overwhelm. In that moment, I knew continuing to push was only going to take me further away from what I actually needed.

So I did what I guide others to do. I got quiet.

In that stillness, something became very clear. I support people in moments of overwhelm. I help them reset so they can return to calm and peace. And yet, in my own moment of stress, I had forgotten the most important part. The pause.

When the body is overwhelmed, it isn’t asking for more effort. It’s asking for space. And I didn’t listen.
Had I paused sooner, I might have realized that what the group needed wasn’t a perfectly written meditation, but something much simpler. Something more honest. Rest. Presence. Quiet.

And then something unexpected happened.

My daughter came home from school and left a note on my computer, folded neatly into a small square. On the outside it read, “Yoga Poem for Mama.” She had written a poem for me to share. From her heart to theirs. From her soul to mine.

Instead of staying up late trying to recreate what was lost, I took it as a sign. I went to bed early. I rested. And the next day, I showed up fully present.

I shared her poem. I even played a recording of her reading it. It was simple, it was real, and it was exactly what was needed.

These moments, the ones we don’t plan for, often carry the most wisdom.

When something feels forced, when life starts pushing back, it may be redirection. A quiet nudge back to yourself.

Pause. Listen. Notice what the body has to say.
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The reset isn’t doing more. It’s allowing yourself to stop long enough to return to peace.

​Xx - BeAnne 

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