Life in Peace or in Pieces
One word, two meanings, free choice
Life in peace or in pieces
Life is like a game, its destination is peace or pieces.
So much is out of our hands, out of our control.
To choose peace is calming, it’s freeing.
To choose pieces creates chaos and tension.
All of the pieces we need are available to us
right here and now.
In choosing peace we settle into the game
we call life.
How do I know which piece/peace I am in?
Whichever peace/piece you are choosing is choosing you right back.
Your breath is the answer. One who is in peace their breath reaches deep into the darkest crevices of the lungs with an ease unlike no other. The breath is deep, it is purposeful, it is full and content. A smile brews naturally in the heart and on the face of such an individual.
Where piece or pieces is your residence the breath will mimic the same. Scattered, shallow, irregular, forced to go deep into the lungs, uneasy pressure and where smiling is an afterthought not a natural side effect.
Now you have the answer of how to freely move from piece to peace. Yet, how many of us are willing to make the switch? There’s an eerie comfort in the discomfort of pieces. It’s a known variable, it’s been experienced in the body many times. What if the body gets bored with the comfort of peace? What if peace brings routine and nothing else? Will that life even be one worth experiencing?
Decisions decisions. Which one will you choose? The one explained in the mind? Or the one that is experienced as faith and as healing in the heart and the body?
Pranayama: Breath work that works
“Prana” refers to a living energy in Sanskrit, “Yama” refers to the God of death. Or “Prana” meaning breath/energy/life and “Ayama” means expansion. How ever you break Pranayama down to correct the meaning it is still a dance between that which moves us from life on inhaling and that which creates death on exhaling. Inhale peace, exhale pieces.
In the practice of pranayama one is exercising the lungs, the diaphragm, the intercostal muscles to move in dynamic flow of inhalation and exhalation. Energy accumulates when the breath is held and dissipates when full exhalation is achieved. The rhythmic pause between life and death.
Isn’t it fascinating that the one thing our body does naturally to keep us alive (since birth) is the one bodily activity we can control (to some extent) luckily the lungs don’t require us to think breath to breathe. It just does.
Somewhere from first breath to now we got in the way of our peace. The natural rhythm of our breath altered, scattered and betrayed us. Leaving us in pieces. Our inability to process a nice large breath of healthy oxygen has in some way, shape or form affected our current health be it emotionally, mentally, physically or a combination of the three.
When emotionally strained, breathe
When mentally tensioned, breathe
When physically pressured, breathe



