Healing with Reanne
written by Carin Garland
Outside it’s raining. Again. The weather is frigid. I am hyper aware of a blanket being placed across me. I am doing my best to focus my attention on my breath. In through the mouth, out through the mouth. Diaphragm, chest, exhale. Repeat. The sounds of the rain against the window distracts me. I estimate how long I have been breathing for. Thirty minutes? My mind wanders to my busy schedule. Mentally calculating how on God’s green earth I am going to fit all my photoshoots in this month. In this weather!
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The unjustness of it all. Yet here they are, almost 6 years later, bubbling to the surface and flowing down my cheeks. The relief I feel to let go and release is immeasurable. The reassuring voice of Réanne Goes is in my ear. I am safe. I am cared for. I am in good hands. And so, for the first time, I don’t run from the emotions. I lean into them.
Whilst breathing is the most vital thing that keeps us alive, somehow so many of us in our busy, harried lives have forgotten (much less learned) how to breathe beyond anything that is superficial. It is a means to an end, so we give it no thought, yet directing the breath (the practive The beautiful, haunting sounds of Nessi Gomes singing of Prana) with intent has been a technique well used for reverberates around the room. Keep breathing. The thousands of years in ancient and spiritual practices. Far distractions have started to fade. Images, memories, from being limited to yoga alone, Shamanic or circular emotions held onto, pushed deep into the parts of me breathing relieves emotional baggage, transforms the I share with no one begin to rise. The devastation. mental state, reduces stress and anxiety and takes our I am in the bedroom with my husband, Steven. Listening body out of fight-or-flight mode (thereby reducing our to his dying breath. Somehow, it feels like my breathing has adrenaline and cortisol levels) and is a form of conscious synchronised with his last. I am back in the room whispering meditation. goodbyes to last a lifetime. To carry with him to wherever Today my session with Cacao Breathwork, B.E.S.T, ERCS his soul is going next. and eDNA facilitator, Réanne began with a ceremonial cup With a three-year-old son to look after, I did not give of Peruvian Cacao. It feels like a sacred ritual in itself and myself permission nor the time to heal. To breathe. To dig is a quick way of bonding whilst also being highly nutritive deep and deal with my emotions, my regrets, my pain. and restorative for the body.
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