Breath became a sanctified practice, a space easily accessed during the ebbs and flows and unexpected twists and turns of my life. Both grounding and rejuvenating, it was always there waiting patiently as I drew upon its endless well of transformative properties.
Over time I also noticed that there was more space for my mind to express itself freely--as if the breath somehow provided a distant yet sacred container to hold my thoughts. And my body began to join in as if it had been waiting to move in synchronicity with my breath. Or shall I say I became more mindfully aware of this sacred dance...
The transformative power of breath--what an amazing concept!
Up until this point I learned that knowledge was important, that who I am is based on what I know--anything less was dismissed and devalued. So I set myself on a course to gain as much knowledge as possible filling up my head with SO much information I felt it would literally explode. Though that didn't seem to win or sustain the love and approval I had hoped for. In fact what transpired is that my mind began to grow numb as if I could no longer rely on it to try to figure everything out.
Pain...surrender...synchronicity. This seemed to be the cycle. It was as if my body was whispering "just breathe", and I was beginning to listen. And when I said "YES" I found myself being led to the ancient teachings and practices of meditation, mindfulness and yoga. This was the beginning of my conscious journey back "hohm" back to the inner emanations and wisdom of my body...