Once again, I am reminded of the importance of breath. I typically only think about it when I am meditating, or doing yoga or weight lifting-these two I tend to do because I’m aware it’ll aid the transition into the next posture or help me move weight safely and efficiently. So I can’t really say I “think” about breathe even then, I’m using it, maximizing my movement potential. I hold my breath when doing table massage because I don’t want to breathe on my clients, this somehow evolved as an unconscious habit and now has me cemented into breathing shallow and quickly from my chest/neck- hence the photo. Chances are if you’re stressed out, deal with anxiety, you breathe here too. When we breathe this way we keep ourselves locked into a permanent state of fight or flight, this is not the space you want to be making decisions from since they tend to be reactive.
In the beginning of class today my Master Teacher was talking about religion, our family, society and our connection to breathe. My interpretation of it was this: He was referring to our bodies as our house, but we float above it because we are not connected to the above topics-because we are not breathing. We are not connected to ourselves. He said, “So who lives there?!!” Another point of this was that we get so quick triggered, and let the ego jump in and take over rather then pausing to breathe, tapping back into our spiritual side and our roots.
Breath is what keeps us alive, who am I to not expand these lungs to their god given day of life.
I know full well that there may be a day I wish I had one more opportunity. Who am I to take that for granted?
Chiang Mai, Thailand