With recent events, I’ve been pondering on not only the sanctity of life but also the sacred breath. If you’ve heard my yoga story, you’ll know that I have a personal relationship with prana. But what I didn’t tell you is that an allergy attack + pneumonia landed me in the hospital when I was little.
I grew up with asthma and anytime I got sick it always seemed to go straight to my lungs. My immune system is pretty dang strong otherwise and most “bugs” don’t stress me out. I’ve got a healthy dose of trust in my body’s ability to care for itself. But this novel virus, it kinda scares me.
At the beginning I was mostly annoyed, and confused, about what appeared to be an overreaction to a cold/flu wannabe. But I’ve since listened to the experts, done the math, and I’m aware of the risks. For everyone (myself included).
And so I’ve asked my lungs what I can do to support them at this time. Because heaven knows they’ve supported me all these years, even when they were weak and tired. I’m loving on them, strengthening them, and encouraging them. Not out of fear but out of gratitude for all they have and will do for me.
Deep breaths! We got this.