When you find yourself holding your breath

Writing is like breathing for me. There are many ways we can breathe that is so personal and beyond the physical inhale and exhale. As a Yoga teacher for 25 years, my favorite part of directing breathing was to let everyone know, please do not stop breathing, it is not good for your health!

There are meditations where holding your breath is part of the exercise, but in life, action and motion, the breath is a must. The world is upside down, and I feel shocks, gasps and absence of breath even through the computer. I see you and I am with you because I understand you, I am in the exact same stillness and disbelief.

Besides writing, bodywork helps release my tension and I feel like myself again. Overall I always see the miracles and the positive view, however my body absorbs all the craziness, and I cannot ignore it. We cannot allow ourselves to get stuck, it is important to get unstuck. What helps you connect to the moment, your breath and feel good?

As we wait for all of our hostages to come home ALIVE, I will do everything possible when I find myself holding my breath. To take care of me and mine, who deserve all of me even when the world is crumbling all around us. We stay strong and connected and know that Hashem is in charge.

Thank God our family is doing well, but one by one everyone has been sick in different ways. All we can say all day is Baruch Hashem, and keep our eyes open to miracles and opportunities. On one haמd we have to put our own effort in everything in our life, and also know that its God’s plan. I love how one of the main lessons in Judaism is to have gratitude and connect it to how God created the world, and keeps creating. I personally have conversations with God all the time, and then there are more structured ways through prayer. Prayer has power because the Hebrew alphabet is what created our world, and has the power to heal.

I learn weekly Rambam every Saturday night, and someone in our group was writing that they were going to go pray at the Ohel of the Lubavitcher Rebbe in New York. Because my focus is fully on taking care of my family, it slipped my mind to give our names in his prayers. Just now as I was walking home from my bodywork, feeling my tension release, I ran into someone from our Rambam class. He told me that he had my family in mind and gave our names for prayers with our fellow classmate at the Ohel.

That is how life works.

Believe in Miracles.

ALL OUR HOSTAGES HOME NOW.

Every morning starts with gratitude, thanking God for another day. This is my view from my balcony in Jerusalem. מודה אני לפניך מלך חי ןקיים שהחזרת בי נשמתי בחמלה רבה אמונתך