08/20/2026
Somatic practice in our house tonight.
My kids and I have been collectively a bit dis-regulated lately.
Transitions back to me working full time, kids back in school, and other life adjustments are taking a reasonable and expected toll on our capacity.
We are noticing less capacity to be in discomfort, capacity to be in stillness, capacity to handle frustration.
Tonight our somatic practice looks like noticing, inquiring, tracking.
Noticing and inquiring into whether the breath is nothing more than my body's response to its need for oxygen.
Letting the body dictate the rate, the rhythm, and the depth of the breath rather than imposing a rate, rhythm, or depth or symmetry on the breath from the mind,
We track each breath with a movement, with color; making a line with our hands, following that line with our eyes.
One line for each inhale.
Noticing. Inquiring. Tracking.
One line for each exhale.
Noticing. Inquiring. Tracking.
Not imposing anything new on the breath.
Just making an invitation to come into sync with the rhythm that is already there.
Integration is not in what we impose but in what we notice as it already is and then embody.
(My notepad is on the left. Myra's is on the right. We instinctively switched silently to parallel play after this because suddenly we find ourselves with capacity for stillness 😉)
