Wherever you are on your path — thirty years on the mat or just curious about the whole thing, old or young, deeply devoted or barely dipping a toe in — you are welcome here, exactly as you are.

We know how it goes. The practice slips. The good intentions go quiet. Out comes the chocolate.

We call ourselves recovering Sofaholics with a wink 😅 — but let's be honest, the couch is only one of the voices calling to us. There's the anger that we let win a fight, we didn't need to have. The fear that keeps us small and whispers 'do not shine that light!' The snack we reach for not because we're hungry but because we're 'empty'. The scroll, the screen, the second helping, the harsh word we say to ourselves — all of them murmuring the same little lie: just stay down here, it's easier.

This will be a gathering for everyone trying to walk the clean path of mind, body, and spirit — which means it's a group for everyone, because we all keep slipping off it. There's no shame here.

Not one drop.

Falling off the wagon isn't failing. It's being human, and being human is allowed.

So here's the gentlest idea, borrowed from the wisest support groups: when the pull is strong — whatever your pull is tonight — you don't fight it all alone. You reach out. Like calling someone who loves you the moment the craving hits. Turn off the TV, set down the phone, step back from the fear, and come sit with us instead — for an evening, an hour, or even five minutes.

Just to be seen, to see a kind face, and to remember you're not walking this alone.