You don't need a recipe. You need time. And good bones. I've been making bone broth for two years now — and the people around me started asking for it too. There's something quietly powerful about a food this simple, this old, that the body recognizes immediately.

Something shifted quietly: I started wanting butter less. Not through willpower — through the body simply asking for it less. I'm not a nutritionist. I can only speak from what I feel. And what I feel is that ghee feeds differently. Slower. Deeper.

All my life, I ran away. If you spend your whole life running, you arrive at the end exhausted — without having really seen anything. I started slowing down. Not overnight. With a lot of resistance. But I learned to travel less far, and much more into the present.

Kundalini. I didn't find it. It found me. The Sanskrit word kundala means coiled — a ring, a bracelet, a coil of rope. Not a monster. Not a danger. A shape. A potential. In the ancient texts, Kundalini is described as the mother of all yogas. Not a branch. The root.