This September, we enter a quiet remembering. Beneath eclipsed skies and the whisper of ancient winds, our practice becomes a sanctuary—a place to listen, to feel, to return. We move not to perfect, but to remember: the strength that lives in stillness, the wisdom carried in breath, the power that pulses beneath the surface of things. As the season turns and the veil thins, we honor what came before and what stirs within. Each posture, each pause, becomes a thread in the tapestry of remembrance. This is a month to soften, to shed, to rise gently into the truth of who we are. More are always shared during  classes.