Getting real. Getting real with myself.
That is what a year of ‘shit hits the fan’ will do to a person.
When the very thing that you have spent a lifetime working not to see or to feel stares you right in the eyes…. It gets real. Real quick.
What do I do with REAL?
Avoid? Distract? Numb? Feel?
Breathe. Just keep breathing.
When faced with the kind of fear or grief that feels like it is going to swallow you up… just keep breathing.
When the pain is so intense that you fear getting lost in it, never to be found again… just keep breathing.
Your breath not only sustains you physically, but it has the capacity to hold you mentally and emotionally. It binds you to yourself. It keeps you in the present moment and draws you into your body.
When we encounter strong emotions it is easy to run… even from ourselves. We run from the strong ‘feels’ of it all. We disembody. Our breath is that ever-present anchor that is there to be turned toward again and again, drawing us back into our body, into the moment at hand, and into our life.
I often remind …