There is a subtle grief many carry without naming. It lives beneath the surface of our busy lives, humming quietly in the body. It comes from the long practice of forgetting who we are in order to belong. We are born attuned—to rhythm, to sensation, to the unseen currents moving through a room. We know when something is right and when it is not. But the world is loud, and it is insistent. It tells us to be faster, tougher, more efficient, more like everyone else. Over time, w