I Love Breathing
I love breathing. It’s interesting how often I forget to breathe,
wondering why I feel anxious and light-headed. It appears that the answer to all my problems today, in each moment, is to take a long, slow, deep breath.
Breathing in, with the intention of filling my lungs with air, expanding as
if filling a balloon, brings my attention back to me. Breathing out slowly
through my mouth as if out through a straw, brings my focus even more
intently to right now. Right now is where everything is okay.
For those moments when I am concentrating on taking the next breath
in and then slowly out, there is no thought other than the next breath.
Nothing is going to happen that I can’t handle, nothing.
What had triggered my shallow breathing minutes ago? I can’t
remember. However, I notice breathing with intention shows that my
breathing has been shallow, short, quick breaths almost to the point
of holding my breath as if waiting for the worst to happen.
All of this can continue on a daily basis bringing chronic anxiety,
clenched jaws, headaches, and dread. Until I bring myself back
to the breath, I will not be okay.
