know your body and breath
May 17th, 2012
I remember, when I was a little girl, I noticed my freckles. I watched them multiply. I wondered why I had flaws appearing beyond my control all over me. I didn’t know, back then, to listen to my breath, to feel it’s beauty from the inside, not out…..I didn’t know that there was an inside to who I was. I thought that everything that I presented to the public was who I was through and through. I memorized the freckles, the size of my feet, the way my shapes compared to other shapes around me. I started to hate me. So violent for a little girl, I was.
I also remember a very boring spring break when my parents didn’t plan anything….I sat around looking at the carpet in my room and frustrated that the furniture wasn’t as interesting as Emily’s up the street. I got so bored on that little pause from school that I looked up at my canopy bed, and down at the fuzz underneath my desk, and I got even more bored. So bored that I started to still, without even meaning to. I wondered what stillness was all about. I started to ponder. No one was entertaining me or suggesting a new trip to Six Flags. At first, I got frustrated and blamed the family for such a disastrous time. Suddenly, the emotions faded to black, and I heard silence for the first time that Spring.
Years went by. I went to school, and then didn’t. I got into trouble and then didn’t. I got angry and then the anger faded. Then…..years went by. At one point along the way, I was an adult. Driving when I wanted to drive. Making bad decisions and paying for them . I realized somewhere along that path – my day was up to me. No one paid but me. My life was mine.
It took many more years, cause that’s how life works, to experience my adulthood in its purest form. I finally, in some weird nap I was taking for no reason in the nineties….woke up to my first full breath.
I took it, and felt my body. I looked all over it, and realized that I knew about all my freckles, all my flaws, all my shapes. It was at that moment – waking from a dumb little nap – that I finally realized on some weird level – I have it all inside of me. No one else can claim it. My life comes from my breath and it’s healing effect on my bloodstream, my veins, my heartbeat.
Since then, I don’t look out or over my shoulder. I don’t reach for it in report cards or promotions or pats on the back. I don’t cry or plead for love. I find it inside the body, above my heart and through my mind. I am a yogi because I breathe. I am a happy person because of my love that beats deep and reaches up. I am a friend because I care from my soul, not my credits. I am a girl in love because of my recognition of beauty, not the amount of roses I receive.
Thank you, body, for teaching me every day. I hope I can repay the favor.










