Earlier in 2016 I trained with Max Strom. I was so excited because I loved his Ted Talks and I had just read his book, A Life Worth Breathing. I was immediately drawn in by his gentle nature (he is referred to as the Gentle Giant) and his wisdom. It brought a sense of renewal and reassurance that I was on the right path.
I asked Max why people are so afraid to breathe. I said that I witness it daily in my classes where some are breathing deep and others are barely able to muster up the strength to take a breath. It's like they are scared. He said it was a great question and he had an immediate answer. "Because to breathe means we have to acknowledge grief." Imagine someone trying to breath with a weight placed on top of their chest. Obviously, it would be a struggle. Unfortunately, that is what most of us, at least in American culture are doing. We are carrying around heavy weights of emotion piled on top of us. So when we do try to breathe we can't. We have to re-learn how to breathe, or forget it all together, going about numbing our emotions. (Read my post on Numbing Emotions)
It takes balls to sit in the discomfort. If it were easy, we surly wouldn't be the most addicted, medicated, unhappy humans in history. Everyday I sit in the discomfort of UN-Tucking the Fringe, owning my story. I was that person on the mat, holding my breath with my fists clinched and my arms crossed. I was in my cocoon of protection, until the first experience I had with a true release through the breath. It brought up so much emotion that I began to cry on my mat. I could have been so embarrassed never return to the mat again, but that day was my first awakening. The first, small un-tucking.
Breathing has become the lifeline to owning my story. It is the direct connection to the nature of my own spirit. It is my direct connection with God and the oneness with all things. It releases me from the burden and heaviness of years of Tucking the Fringe.