I’ve noticed something about my yoga practice over time. It’s not just that I gravitate toward a yoga blanket… it’s that I reach for the same color  blanket almost every time. Out of a whole stack, my hands somehow find that one first. The familiar color. The one that feels right before I’ve even thought about it. At first I wondered if that was strange. But maybe it isn’t. Maybe our bodies and nervous systems recognize what feels supportive, comforting, and safe long before