Breathing became an indispensable priority for me the moment I saw my dad begin his struggle to inhale and exhale as he battled COVID.
I watched his body slow down, as his oxygen saturation went lower and lower in the lapse of a single week. I saw the man I loved the most in my life fight for a single breath, and all I wished was that I could just breath for him.
Even the night of his passing, after the lights went out at my home and the space was just occupied by my inconsolable body, my breath was a loving companion. The sobbing required longer breaths, and it wasn't until I finally observed the breath flow in and out of my body that I understood the volume of oxygen needed to soothe a heart.
That's why I now mindfully breathe, to greater lengths even, because breathing has turned into my most important key for the gates of healing. Cause my breath has helped me touch deeply into the fields of the unconscious, where the healing occurs for my family line. In this vast space I can detect the patterns of thought that have pinned down my parents and their parents.
Now my breath has turned into my most important language, letting me abandon narratives so I could listen to what the heart has to offer.
So breathe for your well-being, beloved. Breathe for those moments you didn't get a chance to do so, and for the people in your life that didn't get a chance to kindly fill up their lungs.
Inhale and fill up your lungs - exhale and let it all go.
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