"Spirit's first love offering to each of us was the breath of life."
Sarah Ban Breathnach-Romancing the Ordinary
To me dreaming and breathing are very similar. I do it and often I don't notice that I am doing it.
I have to ask my inner self to help me to remember my dreams. I have to record them upon rising or usually I forget them. Sometimes I write down fragments of dreams in the middle of the night and wake up surprised to see my scribble in the morning. Often I use dream dictionaries to help me to interpret certain words. Sometimes I just focus on what the words really mean to me and I get surprising awakenings. I find that journaling about dreams helps me to navigate things that are going on in my life.
Breathing for me is similar. I have to consciously ask myself to breathe deeply. this means stop and think about my breath. Notice. Pay attention. Breathe. When I look back on most of my life, it seems I was constantly holding my breath, waiting for the next shoe to fall.
The place I choose to be in today is to move slowly through life asking for what I need and accepting myself as doing and being what I am "supposed" to do and be. By my own standards. On my own terms. And I am grateful.
Namaste-
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