My Breath Is Breathing Me

There’s a phrase my yoga teacher often says:

“My breath is breathing me.
I am being breathed by my breath.”

The first time I heard it, I smiled.
The tenth time, I wept.

It reminded me that breath is not something I must control or perfect.
It’s a gift. A reminder. A presence.
Every inhale is Spirit saying, I’m still here with you.
Every exhale, a release of all that I no longer need to carry.

In a world that often tells us to push harder, be better, and hold it all together, this truth is a quiet revolution:

You are not doing the breath.
You are being done by it.

The Enlightened Queen, one of my inner guides, speaks to this beautifully. She says:

“Your breath is the voice of your soul without words.
When you feel disconnected, breathe—not to fix, but to remember.”

This is why I begin my sound baths with breath—not just as a calming tool, but as a sacred reunion. Breath doesn’t just calm the nervous system. It calls the spirit home.

So today, I invite you to try something simple:

Place your hand on your heart.
Close your eyes.
And say softly—

“My breath is breathing me.”

Let that be your prayer.
Let it be enough.