All Sun Breathing Forms Novels & Stories

He was adamant that Isabelle was pretending to avoid answering his questions. "Now let's breath in via our mouths, deeply and slowly...Just like that." Sean could feel a weight being lifted off his shoulders when Isabelle began to calm down. Isabelle could feel her chest relaxing with every breath. Her vision was becoming normal with every breath she inhaled. They repeated the steps until she could stand on her own without wobbling. Until she could see clearly and until her difficulty in breathing ebbed away.

His heart is beating even slower. I tilt his head back to give me more access, and I blow more air into his mouth. I don’t stop, I keep breathing into his mouth. Come on! Breathe! You goddamn omega!. Fucking breathe Sorahiko!. He’s not breathing. I don’t let up. Inhale. Exhale. Push. Not until he takes in that first shaky breath. Not until he starts breathing by himself, albeit shakily. At least he’s breathing. I pick him up gently, cradling the back of his head in my hands. It’s the first time I’ve seen Sorahiko so silent. It’s unnerving.

It takes a second, but Autumn obeys, looking at me again. “Good. Good girl. Now I’m going to put your hand here, alright?” I put her hand on my chest, spreading her fingers out so they’re splayed open. “I want you to feel my breathing and breathe when I do. It’s going to be hard at first, but keep trying, okay? Can you do that for me?” She nods once more, and I take a deep breath, holding it a bit. It takes her a few tries to be able to breathe steadily, but soon enough we’re breathing in a rhythm together. I keep praising her, and my brothers join in, telling her she’s doing well.

The golden morning light beams through the sun room, casting a warm glow on Melody’s tanned face and chestnut locks, as she meditates. Her eyes closed, following a somatic technique, her therapist introduced. Her palms are crossed over her chest, rubbing from her shoulders towards her elbows, like a butterfly. My body is safe. I am safe. I am here. She rises, and begins waving her arms, head, and legs in slow deliberate movements, calming and relaxing her nervous system. She falls into yoga poses then into tai chi walking, her eyes gaze out the window, observing the rolling waves, painted with golden shimmers. She grabs her ocean mug holding it to the golden sunlight, enabling the amber and

It surpassed his former understanding of martial arts. The so-called Heaven and Earth Art was a breathing method. It was important for one to breathe in the fresh morning air. Air could be said to be Spiritual Energy. It was heaven and earth’s Spiritual Energy. Fresh air was most abundant in the morning. James began to breathe according to the Heaven and Earth Art’s breathing method. Swoosh. With the fresh air entering his body, heaven and earth’s energy also permeated his body. His body felt an indescribable comfort, and his bones cracked.

Maybe morning. It really doesn’t matter. My head is spinning and I walk out to the patio that over looks a tree line lit by the moon and just look for gravity in any space that I can find it. The cold air is sobering. Chilling my skin and hardening my nipples to remind them what it’s like to not be caged in by the restraints of clothing that binds the females anatomy. I take a deep breath in, forcing out my exhale as fast as possible. A meditation technique to help center me. Deep natural breath in, forced fast breath out. Also known as Fire Breathing.