The intimacy of it. Helping, learning, feeling someone's breath is holding their life in yours.
The other day my friend was telling me, "it's all about the breath" several days after an experience we shared. We were in a small class; we were the only two students. The practice was powerful, the energy pure, the focus internal. As the practice moved to savasana and savasana moved into a deep, nidra like breathing meditation, it really was "all about the breath."
For me, the experience was pure and divinely connected to bliss. Not revealing or triggering anything more or less than a state of santosha.
But for Emily, already in the process of shifting thought and emotional patterns, noticed that she was holding her breath. That she always holds her breath. She holds it when she is scared, or angry or when savasana threatens to reveal too much. She holds her breath. That simple awareness catapulted her through incredible, life altering states of progression. And she gained some peace, man. And the ability to speak her mind with grace and integrity and a smile on her face. "It's all about the breath."
Breathwork has been a personal and professional fascination for me for a long time. How it all works together. The body. Our minds. The divine. Prana. I've studied all of this. I've read and practiced and listened and taught it. I don't know how much I have been living it, tho. I hold my breath. I totally hold my breath.
Breathwork had been frustrating me. For months I have been trying to work with my breath in an effort to help control my anxiety. Different types of breath. Breath and chanting. Breath and movement. And then, with the simple statement, "I hold my breath"and the incredibly powerful story of how that made everything different- my focused changed. From working to control my breath to simply being aware of holding it. Because just like Emily, I hold my breath.