tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post11353090640822981..comments2023-07-17T23:10:02.228+10:00Comments on Discombobula: The BreathSuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01122659239039900398noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-25297936761915240292010-01-17T15:01:49.197+11:002010-01-17T15:01:49.197+11:00Barbara - no, I do not think there is much sweeter...Barbara - no, I do not think there is much sweeter fragrance than fresh air, especially if it's amongst a bunch of gum trees. Mmmmm. Yumski. I am very unsurprised you do breathing exercises before your calligraphy class - a necessary grounding of yourself into your own body before you start such intricacy. I am beginning to do this with my writing practice also. It's quite delightful :)<br /><br />Barbara/Layla - ahhh, isn't it weird how we function? To deal with your father's death you start smoking - hmmmm, more rational creature behaviour :) We are strange beings. I just had a look at Dr Weil's breathing exercises (<a rel="nofollow">http://www.drweil.com/drw/u/ART00521/three-breathing-exercises.html</a>); they look good. <br /><br />Kel - thanks, chicky. It is so good for the soul, isn't it? Such an everyday thing, as close to us as ... well, our breath, haha! :) It is grounding, brings me back to realising how little I really need.Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01122659239039900398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-48883763920525875302010-01-17T11:47:56.558+11:002010-01-17T11:47:56.558+11:00fresh air inhaled deeply is so good for the soul
...fresh air inhaled deeply is so good for the soul<br /><br />what a journey you've been on to get there<br /><br />good on ya'Kelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18425317942978557478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-71101392668018501672010-01-17T06:48:48.479+11:002010-01-17T06:48:48.479+11:00Wow. We are so much a like and in very similar pl...Wow. We are so much a like and in very similar places with our "breathing" these days. I was 15 when I started puffing fags (immediately after my dad died of lung cancer from smoking...go figure). Didn't quit till I found out that little stinker Keven was floating around inside me. I didn't have a choice, I wanted a healthy kid so I quit. Plus I was too tired to smoke, eat, think, I was exhausted.<br /><br />And I've been checking my breath and purposely breathing lately too. I learned three breathing techniques that Dr. Andrew Weil recommends and do whichever one seems appropriate for the moment. <br /><br />Breath is LIFE. I got to see that in action when Anthony had 0% lung function. If someone would have tripped on the machine and unplugged it - he'd be dead. Scary thought that a machine was keeping him alive and now he's walking around like "normal".<br /><br />I did pick up the evil tobacco again but only smoke one a day. I may quit soon. May not.Bar L.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11100008292699584336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-11270371104449277602010-01-17T04:25:53.058+11:002010-01-17T04:25:53.058+11:00What a marvelous accomplishment -- not only freed ...What a marvelous accomplishment -- not only freed but renewed and regenerated! Your post taught me alot about the addiction to smoking. May you develop a long-lived addiction to breathing, pure and simple. Is there anything sweeter than fresh air in the morning? The Spirit indeed enters with every breath and carries out all the unredeemed garbage with the exhalation. You might be interested to know that we do breathing exercises before each calligraphy class.Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17078914306329037697noreply@blogger.com