It didn’t begin as a memory. It began as a shiver the kind that feels like an ancestor brushing past you in a dark room. This year around my birthday, the veil didn’t just thin. It tore open . A truth slid through the cracks of my consciousness. Not new information just newly remembered . My mother has always told the same story: “You were born purple. The cord was around your neck. You weren’t breathing. They had to turn you upside down and smack your back to bring you in.”

The power of Conscious Connected Breathing

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