Before the name

Before the name there was the practice.

An Alpine valley, winter, natural water at first light. Breath, a few movements, the cold, then out. Afterwards a self-portrait, to see what the body had to say. It began around 2021 and it is still going: four hundred times, and counting. It was never a method to sell. It was a way to watch attention up close.

In the same old factory, jars of living culture slept and woke on their own schedule. Fermentation teaches the same thing, slowly: nothing can be forced, only prepared.

Then Bali. Heat instead of cold, sound instead of silence, ceremony, the rhythm of other people. In yoga circles a nickname appeared, Kundalino, and stayed.

Teacher training comes next, as the next repetition, not as a title. Until then this notebook keeps what is noticed, where it comes from, and where it stops.

A personal practice, not advice. Cold water can be dangerous; nothing here suggests you try it.