Breathwork is attracting a lot of attention these days, but just how does it accomplish all it says it does? With practice, you can use breath to calm your nervous system, ease anxiety, help you sleep, increase focus and energy and even shift attitudes & perceptions. It may seem obvious, but practicing breathwork can help […]

I’m often asked this question, and others like it.. ‘What does the term ‘embodiment’ actually mean?  ‘If I can feel my body, does that mean I am embodied?’  I’m IN my body, so am I not by default ‘embodied’?’

I read a quote this morning that spurred a memory.  Something old, way older (I believe, than this beingness) … because, frankly it’s something I knew way before I could ‘know’ it.  

As a young child, I was fascinated with National Geographic.  Fascinated at ? 4 or 5 years old? 

Someone clever said “the only way through is through”.  Right through like an arrow.  Noticing.  Feeling.  Giving it air & space to move. 

I felt into the gentle, immense and exquisite power of being able to feel it all and to be completely grounded and calm.

I’ve often felt that regret is a waste of my time, and I believe I’ve just had a glimpse as to why. Even if I had made all the other choices in the past; even if I were ‘perfectly adjusted’ and ‘highly evolved’ ? I would still be on this journey, with this theme. I would still be right where I am.

It creeps in, doubt. It slinks in unannounced like a shadowy cloud soup. At first just a bit of doldrum within perfectly fine; one tiny corner of dullness or heaviness, and then maybe another.

Most of the time I am busy doing. Doing the things. Thinking the thoughts. My mind taking its own path, going down holes and following rabbits. But in rare moments when I’m out living my life, doing the things, time stops.