The Seed of Breathwork: A Journey That Began in Nepal

In 2012, I set out on a 30-day solo trip to Nepal with no itinerary—just a one-way flight into Kathmandu and an openness to whatever unfolded. After an unforgettable 10-day trek through the mountains, I found myself in the small town of Pokhara, with two weeks to spare and no plans to fill them.

I wandered.

That’s when I stumbled upon a Buddhist meditation center. At the time, I had no real understanding of meditation—what it was, how it worked, or why people did it. But something about it pulled me in. No phones. No internet. No distractions. Just stillness, something I didn’t know I had been craving.

The first session ended, and I immediately knew I wasn’t done. I asked to stay for the next session, and the next. By the end of the week, I wasn’t just sitting in meditation—I was leading it.

I gathered a few new friends, travelers I had only known for days, and guided them through a meditation I had created just for them. By the end, we were all in tears. Strangers just days before, now connected by something deeper—something I didn’t yet have words for, but felt undeniable.

That moment planted a seed.

I knew there was more to this meditation stuff—more to breath, presence, and the way it unlocks something within us. That was 13 years ago, long before I knew where this path would take me. But looking back, I can see it clearly. That was the moment. That was the spark. That was where this journey began.

— C.W.