Part I: Finally dipped back into a brief breathwork practice this morning, once Brian had left for the morning’s services. I found my mind mulling over the vagaries of “practice,” like it does when something has impacted me fully, intensely. Will it be like that again? What if I don’t ‘do it right’? Blah blah blah. None of it matters for the practice, whatever it might be, but it is what my mind does as I enter in. The invitation is simply to be with that until my body invites me more deeply in… …to awareness? To insight? To feeling? One never quite knows, which is the gift of the practice. So this morning, I began to feel what I’m beginning to recognize as a familiar pattern: a tightening around the back of my skull, upper neck muscles. Not a painful headachey kind of tightening, but one that always makes me think I have my readers on the top of my head, with the ends pushing into the space behind and a little below my ears. I stay with the practice and get curious… Tears arrived,...
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