28 Thursday Sep 2017
Posted in Poems & Essays
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breath, Breathwork, Deep Health, essays, Finding Our Way, Labyrinth, Listening, Poetry, Responding, Wet Rebirthing
”The more my body is free to
respond to my breath,
the more I am free to
respond to my life.”
26 Thursday Mar 2015
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21 Saturday Mar 2015
Posted in Breathwork, Deep Health
The misty heat of the hot tub embraces my body. Floating on my back, my arms open to the sky. Grand oaks lush with leaves sift brilliant blue. I begin a deep full breath laden with the moist life of the fertile woods. The more I take this sweet air into my body, the more I am given to the air itself. Crisp sounds of the woodland rush in as my ears are resurrected from waters muffling embrace. Bird-songs float down from the rustling leaves. Lungs filled, I feel renewed as if I had been born of this water, into this life-filled forest.
In a flowing movement my breath’s tide turns, releasing air from my body. I melt into the waters warmth. Slowly the water comes to surrounds every fold and follicle of my body. Muffled sounds of waters’ embrace pull me further from the vibrant life of the forest. Eyes close as water begins to gently push on my lashes. I let go, releasing my life.
A deeper sense of withdrawing grows within me. Energy flowing out into the water quickens as I sink deeper, now fully embraced in this womb of water. Only my nose left open to the air. I melt into this moment, the deep peaceful sleep of winter bear’s cave.
From this depth of silence, it was love that saturated my heart. Thirst for life brought the flow of air back into my lungs, awakening from a bath of love. Excitement flared within me as blissful curiosity for light and air rose up within me, once again, reborn.
19 Thursday Mar 2015
Posted in Breathwork
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breath, Breathwork, Deep Health, realease, transformation, trauma
If we are health conscious about finding the right amount of activity that keeps us agile or developing local food choices that optimize our bodies function, we than may be interested in optimizing the effects of higher oxygen intake. Our breath offers us a spectrum of movement. On the shallow or still end if it, challenging persistent health issues can often be found, along with lack of movement in life and body. Deepening our breath, maximizing our oxygen and letting our bodies respond to our breath supports a healthy energetic life clear of shadows.
17 Tuesday Mar 2015
Posted in Breathwork, Deep Health
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breath, Breathwork, Deep Health, Finding Our Way, Listening, realease, Responding, Self Talk, trauma
What informs our thoughts or our repetitive self talk? Influencing factors can be the moments we were abruptly invited out of innocence by the ones we depended upon the most: harsh words at a tender moment, adopting unloving opinions that were heard over and over again?
Gradually breathing are way through unresolved events we slowly reclaim innocence. As we stop referencing fear and trauma new neuropathways form around trust and love. As thoughts change so do our dreams and visions. Returning to innocence we realign with golden threads tethered to our core purpose.
15 Sunday Mar 2015
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breath, Breathwork, Deep Health, Finding Our Way, Listening, realease, Responding, transformation, trauma
When I cut my finger my body heals it voluntarily. If an infection enters, my fever will automatically burn it off. When events from early life leave me fearful or numb, it is my breath that waits for my choosing.
The ability of our breath to heal our emotional and spiritual scars is a fundamental function of breath that constantly awaits our focus.
16 Monday Dec 2013
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breath, Breathwork, Deep Health, Finding Our Way, Listening, Meditation, realease, Responding, transformation
19 Saturday May 2012
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breath, Breathwork, Deep Health, Listening, Meditation, realease, Responding, transformation, trauma
Posted by Edward John DiMaio | Filed under Breathwork, Meditation
01 Thursday Mar 2012
Posted in Breathwork, Power of the Moon
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Breathwork, Deep Health, Finding Our Way, Listening, Meditation, realease, Responding, transformation, trauma
Our lives, like the tides, dance within the influences of the moon’s phases. Weather it is the diminishing energy of its waning or the strengthening force of its journey to fullness. With our focus and attention we can incorporate the strength and support of these influences in forging changes in our lives.
When focusing on letting go of a familiar habit or mind-set working with the energy of the full moon is best. Writing out just what it is you are letting go of and burning it as the moon passes from it fullness spilling its light and its strength over the tides.
This is contrast to the energy of the new moon. Ancient peoples worked with the energies of the new moon when planting seed or transplanting seedlings. So planting the seeds of new choices in our lives just as the moon begins its journey from darkness to light supports our ability bring more light to the dark places within us.
The growing or diminishing light and magnetic pull of the moon is an ancient force that has a profound effect on us and our planet. Its force can be a powerful tool we can use to help transform our lives
12 Thursday Jan 2012
Posted in Breathwork, Poetry
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breath, Breathwork, Edward John DiMaio, fawn, gift, transformation
Silent timeless morning, gray mist dances by dawn’s light, gracing all things with a divine glow. Faun you surprise me, transport me, awaken me to what is real. Large moist eyes rest as your soft mouth gently chews dew soaked grasses. My emotions pour, soaking me with love and appreciation. Leaving behind the boredom that happens when too much time is spent waiting for the next new convenience.
In this moment I feel the mist that moistens the deep dark eyes of the fawn, unlike moments before. Sitting quietly in the kitchen, steam from my coffee dances upon warm toast. I break my fast without reverence, without the mist that touches all things.
It is not my first instinct to let such mist dance in my heart and soul. With your dew soaked invitation I release into the mist. It swirls through my heart, mind and soul showing me that love is pervasive and ever-present. My Memory gifts me with sadness. Feeling the mist freely dancing places that gift before me. Its wrappings untouched I walk from it.
A dry wind comes to where mist swirled and floated. Again I an idle, less comfortable yet more at home. Another silent breakfast hot coffee warm toast, consuming with out nourishment. Words read, lists I plot and name tomorrow’s shoulds. My body feeds its self while my mind reads yesterdays news.
With in my heart I do not notice the unopened gift from which the dry dusty air flows. Submerged in hollow solitude, will my dismembered isolation be unveiled to me? The dust I choose to see has been my home. In the absence of comparison dust becomes mist with a questioning feeling that if followed would lead to the gift wrapped in sadness.
What is this fear wrapped gift? What blessings could there be in such an obstacle? To unveil the mist, this dense box must be opened. Dry wind blowing from its obscured interior blinds me. Apprehension burns my hands as I tug on its bow. Long deep breaths cool my hands as I acknowledge this unfolding. Tears come, gathering along my lashes, witnessing truth, cleansing my vision falling from my lashes my tears herald the mist. As acceptance morphs into forgiveness the mist grows thick around me.
Looking into the box my ego’s reflex to fire a spit hurling yell releases into a deep cleansing exhale. Such protests I am spent in making. Mist blooms deep within me. My heart opens to the cleansing waters of rebirth. Fawn, I have come to your calling, answering an invitation penned in my own hand, delivered in the chilly mist of morning, through the depths of your eyes.
