Embodied Breathwork with Meditative Art

Some practices begin before we fully understand why we need them.For me, bringing breathwork and art together feels natural. The practice I am sharing with you today is one I call flow breathing. I use it in my daily practice: at home, outside, when traveling. It is a way to slow down, pay attention to my breath, ground myself, and connect with my body.

Some practices begin before we fully understand why we need them. For me, bringing breathwork and art together feels natural. The practice I am sharing with you today is one I call flow breathing. I use it in my daily practice: at home, outside, when traveling. It is a way to slow down, pay attention…

We have all doodled at some point in our lives. This is similar, but the key is the synchronicity between the line and your breath, letting it flow and unblock.

A line follows the breath.

The breath gives the line somewhere to go.

Inhale, and start drawing a line upwards for the full length of the breath. Without lifting the pen, continue the stroke downwards with the exhale.

No counting needed. Just listen to your body and your breath. There is no way to do it wrong. No particular figure or shape to complete.

Use the materials you have at hand, or those that appeal to you: hard or soft, different colours. Get creative, if you are willing to dare.

See where your breath takes you. 

Pay attention to how your breath moves. How does the hand respond? What happens in the body? What changes when the lines touch? What happens when there is chaos, harmony, or flow?

When the practice feels complete, rest the pen. Take a deep breath and sigh it out.

Now, look at the page with curiosity.

What do you notice?

What are the marks of your breath telling you?

What words arrive?

Write down the first words that come to you.

This is one of the ways I bring breathwork and art practice together. If this sounds interesting to you and you would like to practice with me, please get in touch.

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