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Keep Breathing

Yoga is about mind, body and spirit, but it is also about breathing. When I woke today, I needed to remember to keep breathing. I saw a post from my sweet Carolyn reminding us to get to our mats today and it was all I needed to push me forward. To remember that my breath and focus on it will allow me to breathe in the good air and push out the bad. In with the good. Out with the bad. As I finished my sun salutations, I sank into corpse pose to pray, and then returned to a seated position to focus on my breathing. Keep breathing, Heather. That's what I keep reminding myself as the waves of pain and loss have crept in over and over again these last few days. As I suck air and sob and the hot, wetness of tears pour down my face tickling my neck and finally resting on my chest I just remind myself to breathe. Just breathe. Keep breathing.


I think about all the songs that call out how important it is to breathe, just breathe...keep breathing: Just Breathe, by Anna Nalick; Breathe, by Ryan Starr; Breathe, by Taylor Swift ft. Colbie Caillat (one of my faves), and Keep Breathing by Ingrid Michaelson. Each of them talks about different things that impact our lives. Whether it is a loss of love, dreams, hopes, or life the pain sucks the air from us. We feel suffocated and need to gasp for air. Need to try to catch our breath. To keep breathing. As George Strait says in his song, Moments that Take Your Breath Away, "Life's not the breath you take, the breathing in and out, that gets you through the day, ain't what's it all about. You just might miss the point, trying to win the race. Life's not the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away."


While I "can't breathe without you, but I have to...b-r-e-a-t-h-e"...so, I keep breathing. In and out. Taking the moments just like we said we would from the beginning...one moment at a time...


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