Of the number of things I do not like, and am constantly working on, is the agitated surge of negative or critical or judgmental thoughts that can grab hold of my mouth and pollute the air around me, soiling the relational connection of the person I am with.
When that burn fires up my belly and rises toward my gullet, I have to take action or suffer the consequences. I will definitely have emotional/relational clean-up work to do.
I have been working on breathing through those surges while actively telling my mind, “Do not listen to this charged litany.” My body is in distress and needs my full attention. It is contracting and constricting my vital life energy. It is time to bring back the breath of life to my body, which needs the loving care of focused breathing: four breaths in, four breaths out.
My left brain thinks I am under attack. That fighting words are the way out. I have to stop. A big stop hand. Nope. You don’t get my attention. My body does.
Amazingly, when I use focused breathing, my body relaxes and the tenor of my thoughts shifts. A sigh escapes my lips.
I dodge a potential moment of damage, just by breathing.
Try it . It works.
In 2012 I presented a workshop to the Pacifica Mother’s Club which is presented here in a series of videos.
If you have questions about these or would like to talk about them in more detail,
please email firstname.lastname@example.org or call 650-359-5928.
I am working on trusting the universe. It came in the form of my family. First there was grief for missing fresh powder skiing on New Year’s Day when the slopes are sparkly white and lightly peppered with colorful bobbing beings due to the majority of snow bums sleeping off their New Year’s Eve hangovers. BUT, my husband eased my distress by suggesting a vision board date with our son and his wife.
A vision board is a pictorial representation of what one would like to manifest in the coming year. New Year’s Day was the only day M & L could join us. Voila! A precious date with three of my favorite people, (well, 3 ¾ people: L is 37 weeks pregnant today!)
We gathered magazines, scissors, glue, glitter, ribbons and poster boards. We had an event. The day dawned crispy cold, our bird bath frozen over. The ocean stretched blue as far as the eye could see. I breathed into the pleasure of life showing up on life’s terms and relaxed into it. We called in the creations of 2016.
Last year, embedded in M’s vision board, was “planting seeds.” No baby on either of their boards but that desire was definitely made manifest! Wishing you a “Sweet 16!”