ok…last one I promise. About breathing. I had always heard about lamaz(however you spell that). “BREATH, BREATH” “I AM BREATHING”, then she screams and the guy gets hurt. Of coarse I’m writing about the dreaded experience of child birth.

Well I could never figure out how breathing would really help anything, until I went into labor with my first child. I was amazed at how I could quiet myself and work through such intense pain simply by listening to the sound of my own breath. So much so that the nurse would look at the monitor with astonishment and say, “that was a big one, wow you handleD that really well”. I would focus so much that I couldn’t hear anything but the sound of my own breath.

I’m not new agie. I’m not into empting my mind (nor am I a great speller) but it sure is nice to just sit in a quiet place and just be still.

quick story…

My mother in law was discussing one of her late uncles and how he and other members of the family had died. You know, family alements and health concerns. Well, she forgot how one uncle (say “Uncle Fred”) had died. So,she asked her mother.

“Mother. How did Uncle Fred die? ”

Her mother responded, “He stopped breathing”.