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…
Just breathe…