A few honest reflections on breath, creativity, and slowing down.
For years I searched for my purpose like it was a plan set in stone somewhere, already written, just waiting for me to find it. The more I searched, the more stuck and hopeless I got, and still, I felt I had to be of service.
Then I stopped searching, and it found me.
There was a time when I could not fully recognize myself.
I was studying art therapy, colliding with perimenopause and my own body, and going through a phase of life where many things were shifting at the same time.
This painting was my way to express that moment.
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.
A space is not empty. It holds what is still forming, what has not yet found language.
It is what allows something to be felt, held, moved through, and transformed.
