Breath is love
Breath is life, life is love... breath is love
How many of us take our breath for granted?
inhale…. exhale… inspiration… expiration… in… out…
An endless rhythm, chest rising and falling, unconscious until a wilful exertion, stress or an invisible stirring reminds us that to breathe is to live… literally.
Breath is love is the name of a session I delivered at Breathe: a festival of life in August. Until I stood in that room on the final day of the event, I didn’t know what I would say or the guidance I would use. But I knew the truth I was going to share.
Before the sea of expectant faces with only the music and the courage of my convictions, I knew in my soul it would be okay. Yet, it took all my will to breathe, to slow, to connect, to remember that these are my people, my tribe.
A tribe that walked breathlessly up Glastonbury Tor, opening their hearts with vulnerable shares that allowed us each to see the essence of the other. With gorgeous views, and new friends made, these are the moments that take your breath away.
In such close proximity, we don’t just inspire, we conspire (conspirare in latin: breathe together). We co-create, influencing each other with our presence, our energy and our hearts. The resonance radiates in a singular field that can be felt radiating through a room in a deep breathwork session.
Each breath can be our greatest act of self love - if we choose - since it offers one of the fastest paths to transformation*.
Just as the air moves the water of the ocean, we can use our breath to shift even the most stubborn of emotions in our watery bodies.
Air gives life to fire in our world, just as its oxygen breathes life into the heart that beats 100,000 times a day within us.
It shifts the earth, carrying dust on a breeze, or debris in a tempest; and it moves within and around our physical bodies - our own personal ‘earth’.
Without air, without breath, there is no life.
Our reason for being is not to breathe, but to live.
To live is to remember and to revel in the truth of who we are.
Who we are is the pure essence of love made manifest for the evolution of our souls - each for the other.
Breath is life.
Life is love.
Breath is love.
Will you still take your next breath for granted?
So lovely to be reminded of that special time in Glastonbury and the festival - and your lovely session. What this post makes me reflect on is how I've learned to notice when I'm holding my breath, and to come into a place of love for myself when this happens. At first, I used to admonish myself for the fact I wasn't breathing, but this only let to more tension and more breath holding! Now, I understand that the loving act is to gently breathe myself for a moment until my body can remember where it is, this secure, present moment, and know it's safe to breathe again.
Beautifully written Tim! And it reminded me of that amazing weekend 😊