Let's do a 5-week Breathwork Immersion
...and get out of survival mode with weekly, trauma-informed breathing practices and community support
This past week I’ve been holding my breath.
Between the upcoming court hearing for our foster baby, the news of a family tragedy, and the ongoing polycrisis we are facing, my body has been gripping, a freeze response persisting through every cell.
Then our son Zen reminded me to breathe.
In a moment of tension, he looked at me with his big brown eyes and inhaled as deeply as his little lungs could. He held his breath at the top, just for a moment, like Nic and I have been teaching him. Next he released a long sighing exhale out of his mouth with a smile.
My body followed his rhythm and within three full rounds of inhales and exhales, some of the tension in my jaw released. My belly, which I hadn’t realized I’d been clenching, expanded. For those few moments, time seemed suspended as our nervous systems met each other in our breathing.
Before I could say anything, Zen jumped into my lap laughing. For the first time that day I fe…