Lying in bed, hand on heart. 

Noticing the rise and fall of my chest.

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Halfway through my recent four-week bout of pneumonia, I started wondering why I was feeling so anxious... Sure, I couldn't breathe very well (which is anxiety-provoking in and of itself) but I also knew there was something deeper going on.

So I asked myself:

Why am I feeling so anxious?

The answer came quickly:

Because you couldn't breathe before.

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And it's true. 

When I was a kid, I was harmed so badly on a couple of occasions that it didn't feel safe to breathe. So my breath stopped.

In light of what I experienced as a kiddo, part of my life's work is just learning how to breathe easy... How to cultivate kind and gentle breaths, like the ebb and flow of water.

And I'm still learning.

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If you’re interested in exploring what it means to breathe easy, you’re welcome to join my upcoming Second Sunday Workshop.

With Love,