Imagine you’re sitting at the edge of a sacred pool in a forgotten grove. The wind is still. The water mirrors everything exactly as it is—no distortion, no ripple.That’s what breath noticing is. Not swimming….
Imagine you’re sitting at the edge of a sacred pool in a forgotten grove. The wind is still. The water mirrors everything exactly as it is—no distortion, no ripple.That’s what breath noticing is. Not swimming….