by Amparo Lorente Cháfer, Special Needs Educator, Alicante, Spain
As a result of everything that is happening around us with corona virus disease, I have begun to get in contact with my lungs and all the delicacy that this area hosts within me. The exquisite fragility of each in breath and the enormous beauty with which my body restfully assimilates the air that enters inside me.
Now that I stop to observe this area, I feel something very sacred there. I feel as if there is a temple in my body, and that it resides in my chest, in the area of the heart and lungs and the way to access it is from repose.
When I stop my perpetual motion and surrender to repose, and deeply rest, and connect with the temple within, it is a space that expands with my presence, a pulse that connects me to life. A thread that reflects my connection to the universe and shows the fragility of my existence.
Just as the oxygen I breathe is transferred to my entire body, the same occurs with the quality in which I breathe. If there is agitation, fear, anxiety … my breathing accelerates, my body contracts and with it, everything inside.
If, by contrast, my breathing is quiet, my body relaxes, my lungs are not under pressure and respond effortlessly with their maximum capacity. The amount of oxygen in my body will be greater and in this way my body will access more of it.
Therefore,holding delicacy in each breath is the greatest care I can offer to my lungs, as this is an innate quality of its nature. That care will inevitably resonate throughout my whole body and my movements, which will be more conscious, so I will be more present, with greater responsiveness and greater attention and awareness. From that sensitivity, I will be prepared to identify the quality of what meets me (more and more clearly) and be more able to truly respond to it.
My breath leads me to feel that I am here on Earth, but I am much more than this physical body I inhabit. The depth I have access to simply by allowing myself to feel what is happening inside me, provides me the bridge to All that I am.
It is curious that the lungs have the same shape as wings. It is as if they somehow represent our angelic quality from within the human body. Symbolically, that space where our connection with the divine is found coincides with the area that includes the heart, the space that acts as a bridge between the unfathomable and the concrete, where the connection with our inner resides and from where we share with everything that surrounds us the abundance to which we have access.
That is why, if I listen deeply to my lungs, if I breathe restfully, the most natural thing is to feel unity. Unity with myself, with others and with everything.
I appreciate life’s invitation to go deeper into this area of my body and to take care of it with greater awareness. Today I feel my lungs are more alive, more clear, more present and even have a greater capacity. Acknowledging their delicacy leads me to guard it more diligently. I now understand the strength that emerges by placing value on the most delicate. Giving space to delicacy, sensitizes me, awakens my awareness and I feel embraced in love. It is like recovering the sovereignty of my body, my home. Let the air and the sun go through its windows and choose with each in-breath the quality that dwells within me. I feel cared for. My sensitivity is my greatest strength, because it keeps me awake, aware, observing and still.
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