Had I posted this yesterday, it would have engrossed your senses in a newly dipped in euphoria, a myriad of evocative images stemming from my learning to tap into my breath. It occurred to me, in part by being reminded repeatedly to breathe during exercises, to bring it up, talk about it, perhaps tend to it. Let's talk about your breath. My breath? Let's tend to it. ...thus began a day that evoked one of the deeper questions that arise within a journey of growth and transformation: Is it actually worth the pain? By this point, this post now stretches over three days. I feel that I need to reach my hand out from the quicksand that my emotions are sinking into. Maybe it is a bit unfair to blame the breathing, but I feel as though I have tapped into a well o f poisoned water that I was not ready to drink from. My heart alternates between feeling as though it has just run a marathon by itself and feeling as though it is currently being digested by my stomach. Tears are stuck behind my eyelids, pushing, urging to get out, yet I don't let them. I am trying to hold on to the elation that first came with accessing my breath and my power. Perhaps it was only when I felt supported, that short, ephemeral hour of the morning. Let me backtrack. Continue Reading Here: http://yaliszulanski.blogspot.com