Wednesday, February 29, 2012
My yoga teacher once called the breath your best friend,
your most intimate companion, your beloved.
I didn't understand her until years later,
when I huddled with my feverish child in the chill of night.
What could I do, in this fallow space between midnight and morn,
other than worry and hold my beloved son?
And then I remembered my teacher's words,
the breath is your best friend.
And so I breathed. I rode the waves in and out.
I let my awareness rest with the breath.
In and out, ebb and flow, my breath and I became friends.
My body softened, my mind settled.
And I cradled my son, and we breathed,
and I nestled into the moment and my breath cradled me.
~ C. C.