Breathing is just the beginning.
Meeting the breath is the rest.
Peace at rest in breath with a relaxed chest.
Yes, this is the best.
This is the answer to my every request.
Noticing where breath meets body, effortlessly, relaxing into this with ease.
This is more than breath-work, this is the magic of the moment married to the miracle of time where everything is fine.
Watch as the witnessing mind merges through the divide, passing into the tide of breathing.
Memory…
Remembering what it wants to grieve.
Receive the remedy made ready to redeem.
Feel the surrender of control with every breath.
I am made whole in the cycle of one singular soul.
I am intentional, noticing the equilibrium between grief and gratitude, subtly shifting my disposition to an attitude of appreciation.
Moving through respiration, as I witness each sensation of inhalation and exhalation. This is my salvation on the shores of emotion.
This practice of self-devotion meets the momentum of hesitation.
In the motion of union I hear the heart healing this feeling, by stilling the waters for me to breathe through whatever I need.
Forgiveness finds me in this breath as expansive rest.
Distance persists as I release into softness with every thought that resists, spilling its expression of experience into the smooth surface of acceptance…
With stillness I can touch this.
There is a place in grace for all of this to exist.
INTUITIVE breathPLAY
Stay with the body.
Watch how it breathes.
Witness what it grieves.
Receive what it needs.
Letting it pray for you.
Perfectly posed in effortless respiration, enjoy relaxation for no reason, save for being with the mercy that breathing brings, peace that surpasses understanding.
Somatic breathplay starts more simply then work… establishing a routine of sitting with what the body wants to breath already is an easy beginning and a sure foundation for growing into deeper knowing.
Staying with the body, with the wave, this is learning to hear the magic of what already works for your breath.
Listen, soften, what is it telling you?
Where is the emotion?
What is its texture?
Follow this thread and the head will find the heart.
There is a mystery in this miraculous art that cannot be taught only touched by experience.
Trust yourself.
Trust this process.
This is breath.
After years of intentional breath work I rediscovered or rather—remembered:
intuitive breathplay
It is as it sounds
something that does not need to be described in great detail
this an encouragement
an invitation to remember
With childlike, beginners mind and the innocence of curiosity what are the wonderful ways that my breath wants to play?
I leave you with this: a curious open-ended playfulness of possibility, the radical reclamation of breath as an act of effortless exploration.
May this be a piece of reflection, the possibility of permission to play with breath and remember rest.