We celebrate the beautiful creation of art, music, and dance.
But a sacred art that lives in each of us is often neglected and dismissed.
I choose to live life as a creative expression of celebration.
I am committed not to getting a finished product, but to being a human being willing to keep learning, growing, and revealing the light of my True Self.
This is a practice.
A daily practice.
Life is a blessing, renewed with each breath of our collective consciousness.
No matter what suffering we encounter, we are free and empowered to deepen our own wondrous art of breathing.
Breathe through your pain.
Breathe peace back into your soul.
Breathe your dreams into being.
Your breath is an affirmation to your living system that it is alive, safe, strong, able.
It brings you into union with your soul.
These past few weeks, I was reminded of my human nature to forget that practice.
I, too, need reminders to come back—
to connect with something other than the noise around me.
I notice this most when I wake in the middle of the night.
The mind begins overthinking… doing… trying to seek balance in an unbalanced world.
I believe I can think my way into peace…
and then I remember—it doesn’t work that way.
The thinking mind only knows what it has already known.
It is linked to memory and story, often pulling me into future chaos.
Worry is my red flag that I am not HERE.
I can’t change the outer world through frustration
or through an overwhelming attachment to a desired outcome.
Sometimes, the way out is in.
I shift from thinking to feeling the breath.
I move into the uncertainty and sit in not knowing.
To enter into the wound of heartbreak.
To sit in vulnerability.
And something begins to shift.
A quality of ease arises.
I begin to let go of the gripping, dense armor.
Softness meets the harsh edges.
I sit.
I sit some more.
And when I notice the mind spinning again,
I simply allow it to move through.
I release the need to fix.
And I return to the inner sound:
Be HERE.
Stillness is not the goal of meditation.
But it is welcomed when the mind can rest in the sensation of the breath.
The quality of this is ease.
Peaceful, effortless ease.
Each Sunday, I offer a meditation of compassionate loving as a shared practice.
To be held in a sacred space together.
To breathe into the creation of this expressive art—
the art of living in love.
Together, we set the intention to allow this love to ripple outward
as a positive action in the world.
We sit together in gratitude for the breath.
One breath at a time.
One moment at a time.
There is so much healing in this simple, divine act.
Your soul’s oxygen is Love.
With love,
Laura Jane
What happens when you stop trying to figure it out—and simply breathe?
If something arises for you, you’re welcome to share it below—
or simply hold it quietly for yourself.
If you feel the need to slow down,
to sit, to breathe, to return—
you are always welcome.
