It’s a Monday afternoon and I have skipped out of work early for some long overdue self care. I am just starting to relax when the practitioner begin guiding me through some breath-work. As I am lying on a table, he taps my side and instructs me to “breathe there”.
I am used to this. He has taught me to breathe into specific spots of my body. Although I secretly find breath-work tedious and boring, I admit it is amazing to feel how my body can inflate and expand beyond what I think is possible, so I corral my ever-scattered thoughts into focusing on inhaling deeply into that spot.
I take two full, deep breaths, but the third breath somehow dissolves. Instead, I feel overtaken by an elongating kind of stretch, and then a rolling sensation of energy undulating down my back — my body wanted to dance with this feeling… and it follows it like an enamored lover.
I let my body chase this magical, delightful body roll of energy for a moment. I felt powerless to resist it, and frankly, I didn’t want to leave that feeling.
But then I remembered. I was supposed to “breath THERE”. Gah. I couldn’t even follow instructions for three whole breaths. I properly shamed myself for not doing what I was told to do and took another deep breathe as directed.
