I watch as my breath rises and falls. Coming up from the base of my spine and traveling upward, it slowly reaches the crown of my head. It’s subtle and yet, there’s a clear quality and personality to it.
I continue to breathe.
The breath wants more air, I can tell, more space to breathe and so I allow it. The breath deepens immediately. I feel a sense of relief — in the jaw, the face, the shoulders. Deeper breaths.
There’s less controlling, less forcing and less resisting and slowly, a sense of allowing appears. All parts of myself are allowed here. AH.
The tables turn. The breath starts breathing me — it’s like it was made for this.
I sit back and watch. I allow it to happen. Letting the breath flow, the moment’s pass with ease. Feelings and distractions come and go but in each moment, there’s a new beginning.
Seeing the breath in this element feels like giving love to a child — subtle and powerful, important and nourishing. Here we are, the breath and I, together in harmony.
Again and again and again and again.
