The Breath Comes First

I started to recognize the signs. I knew what was coming and there was no way to stop it. There is no way to override biology or turn back the clock. It has taken me a lifetime to begin to accept that life is not linear, but cyclical. I know that when I cycle this way I need to surrender.

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Surrender to the emotional roller coaster. Surrender to the slower pace my body demands. (But perhaps not surrender to the impulse to eat everything in sight.)
This time last year I was in the midst of our move. For three consecutive cycles I powered through because of necessity, and I hadn’t allowed myself to slow when my body required it. So in mid fall my body stopped working and I slept for nearly a week. I couldn’t stay awake or do anything for longer than a couple of hours, no matter how hard I tried.

Sure. It took me until I was 40 but I finally learned to allow the cycles of life be instructive instead of intrusive. Once I had implemented the physical ebb and flow as an instructive and helpful tool in my life it was time to turn inward and pay attention to emotional cycles.

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I have a habit of pushing aside negative thoughts instead of dealing with them. I’m sure I’m not the only one. Recently, as I feel my emotions heighten, I’m learning to let them be without guilt or shame. As current events brought me back to some darker days in my own life I have worked to give thoughts thoughts sunlight instead of pushing them away. To help me find peace with past pain one day I selected some restorative yoga practice – different from my regular routine. I wanted to embrace where I was and work through it instead of repressing it. Old habits die hard after all but I was determined to try.

At the end of the practice as I lay in relaxation pose I started to cry. (While this is not the first time I’ve found myself crying in meditation, I assure you it is quite uncommon for me.)

Immediately I sublimated my pain and conjured up things I could do for other people, to ignore my own sadness. That’s what I do: deflect and repress. But quickly I forced myself to be present, and to give space to these feelings – my feelings – which are just a legitimate as those of my friends. (I did follow up on the inspiration, later. While I can’t always follow up on a generous thought in the moment, it is important to not ignore it entirely.)

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And just as I returned to being present the instructor said, “the breath comes first. Always remember that. The breath comes first.” The context was a warm, happy, relaxing moment yet there I lay on the floor of my living room bawling. Happy, calming, or sad, the mantra still applies.

Do I hold my breath to do hard things? Yes.
Do I hold my breath to push away difficult thoughts or feelings? Yes.
But when I remember to breath first, I can do the hard things, and I can take the first step of dealing with the hard things.

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Last year I did a lot of difficult physical things. This year it’s time to do the emotional labor to heal my heart. That’s scarier, harder, and unseen. But the breath comes first. I can do this.

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