They don’t teach us to breathe.

A bead of sweat formed on her upper brow, her body was warm. She pressed her forehead against her thigh feeling the muscles stretch deeply – exhale. She lifted herself back up through the core of her body – inhale. Each breath she released what she had carried and on each inhale she brought in life. Exhale, again deeper she moved forward and embraced her thigh. Again and again and the sweat flowed freely now.

Toxins leaving her body in the sweat. Toxins leaving her body in her breathe. She drank some clear water. It felt clean, crisp almost as nurturing as the breath. She could feel it deep in her body, cleaning it. Like a dancer she moved her feet into first position and did a long series of pliés, the squat of a ballerina which means bend in French.  Plié and up,  plié  and up. Breath in, breathe out – move your hands gracefully like they are in water. 

In this moment, the movement and the breathe and the feeling of her body because all she was. She was entirely present. Even when a trauma or a thought dared to grip her mind her intentional movement through the thought discarded it’s impact on her life, after all, how we view something is what it is to us. Can we change the reality of what we think. Here the thoughts because like nothing, they lost their control, their shape, their feelings. The fears, the pain, the memories all could fade away. Plié and up,  plié  and up. Breath in, breathe out.

She lay on the floor, on her mat at the end conscious of her red face, feeling the cool dampness of the wetness of her body. She maintained the control of her breathe. In count, 1, 2,3, 4, 5 and out count 1,2,3,4,5 and hold. Pausing her consciously she set her heart mind and pattern towards gratitude and joy. Thank you she said to the Creator, thank you.