How do you recognize something you have never met? Have you thought about that?
A few years ago, I was told, “Your breathing is incorrect”. It was shallow and brief. It was not using its full potential.
But for months after I heard those words, I had no clue what they meant.
I’m breathing just fine. I’m alive if you have not noticed.
Yet guess what, there was way more breath for me to access that as a baby, I did naturally, and as I grew up, I had lost it.
Forgotten in the busyness of life. In its speed and rush for faster and more efficient. I lost the space of a deep breath.
And as much as I tried to find it, I couldn’t.
Because how do you find something you have forgotten what and where it is in the first place…
That, my friend, is how we look for reality.
We dress it in the stories of thought that we no longer know what it looks like, even though it is always there every minute, every second, every now.
Breathing into and out of us without a stop.
What does it take? Well, as a start, it’s knowing that it exists, and as an end, that you won’t know what it is until you find it, and then you can’t ever miss it.
Six months into trying all weird techniques, awkward sounds, and ridiculous constraints to restrict one part for another to surface, I fell into it.
And then it felt so simple, I couldn’t believe how I could not see it before.
The moment we all await, we fall into it not as an exercise of intellectual potency but as a simple recognition that looks at “what is,” knowing we won’t recognize it until we do.
Such is the paradox…
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~
Another p-word: pneuma! 🌬️😊🙏