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Where the meadow meets the woods, where buttercups stretch up above your knees, here is his place.
Summer mornings. Faded blanket on damp grass. Sky feathering above...
It starts with breathing. Box. Hissing. Ocean. Cooling.
Lion’s breath, he only does indoors. He did do it out here, once. Something landed on his tongue.
His wife says nature loves him. He sits here in paradise and tries to believe it... but he’s never been stung, or soiled on.
So here he sits. He breathes. He reaches out with heart and soul…
…anything, anything, just to give back...
…and the universe responds.
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In yoga, pranayama is what it’s called when you focus on your breath. There are different ways to do it; some are listed in this story.
As far as I know, Lion’s Breath involves breathing in through the nose - then out through the mouth, while sticking your tongue out1.
There’s some crossover with meditation. When you concentrate on breathing, you aren’t paying attention to everything else… unless a bug lands on you!
Actually, many meditators can carry on regardless. The tongue incident, above, is thankfully an exaggeration, but those I speak to talk of a real sense of connection with the universe.
In this story, the natural world symbolises that connection. Not everyone believes in Spirit, but we can all see - and love - the life around us on this planet.
And maybe, if we’re kind to it, it will love us in return.
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The light of Pride.
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Like a panting dog. Or lion, of course.