It's a topic that seems to come up more and more these days—around dinner tables, over coffee with friends, and everywhere online.

I'll be the first to admit I had my AI honeymoon.

Over the past few weeks, I have found myself thinking about what it really means to be an "advanced" yoga practitioner. Am I still in the league? Not because I suddenly stopped practising and appreciating beautiful Asanas. I still smile when I see someone float into a handstand, move with grace through a challenging sequence, or demonstrate the dedication that years of practice can bring.
Life has been pulling me toward a different side of yoga. The part beyond asana. The side that rarely appears in photographs. The side that does not receive applause.

I have seen guests arrive barely able to make it to their room. Fatigued, slightly confused, and utterly lost. Burnout written across their foreheads. Others arrive wired, unable to stop talking, filling their days with three yoga classes, unable to sit still, driven by a compulsive need to keep moving. And then there are those who arrive carrying a quiet hopelessness fed up with their lives, unsure of what needs to change or how to even begin.

Let’s start with an honest question. When was the last time you were not tired? Not “coffee fixed it” tired. Not “I’ll rest on the weekend” tired. Actually, in-the-bones, something-needs-to-change tired.

If you had to think about it for more than three seconds, you are probably already halfway to booking a flight to Bali.

And you would not be the only one.