Sanemi Wind Breathing Novels & Stories

The images cling to the corners of my vision refusing to fade. The air feels thick, pressing down on me, choking me as if it wasn’t quite real, hands trembling uncontrollably. “Breathe Tish, inhale, hold exhale.” I hear Kim’s gentle voice guiding me. My breaths come shallow, jagged at first, like I am learning to breathe again slowly. I loosen my grip on the mattress, willing my pulse to slow down. Eyes closed, I breathe in the faint scent of rain filtering through the small cracked window, mixing with the stale air of the room. “Breathe in and out.”

Nam made sure I was getting calmer. We came to another halt and immediately, I closed my eyes and gripped tighter to Mr. Nam. I held my breath, trying to keep myself sane amidst the wind that was blowing towards us. The staff personnel wasn’t kidding when he said the wind was strong up here. For a while, it was silent between Mr. Nam and me. Nothing was said. All I got from him was his comforting touch. His hands never let go of my face. His thumbs never stopped caressing my cheeks. And he moved closer and breathed calmly, influencing my own.

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.

Buran asked. What an odd question. "I have never been in one but I have been around one if that makes sense." I replied. "It makes perfect sense. That is what we are going to try first. It is the easiest I think." Buran said. He stood nearly shoulder to shoulder with me and I felt the air around me shift. "Think of yourself as a feather, very light weighted, easy to move. Picture the wind bending to move the way you want it to." Buran whispered. I rolled my shoulders a few times, getting myself to relax a bit more. I tried to picture what the wind would look like and I was unsuccessful. I could feel a small breeze against my skin before it went away. "Take your time. Don't push too hard." Bu

Roman's hand was on my back, steadying me, rubbing slow circles. "Breathe," he said, his voice low and calm. "Just breathe, Serena. You've got this." I focused on his voice, on the warmth of his hand, on the slow counting I'd practiced in class. Breathe in for four, out for four. The pain crested and then slowly, blessedly, began to fade.

Also, his minty breaths are hitting my philtrum and lips. "Take a deep breath," he instructs. I do as he says. "Release." And I do as he says. When I do this, I feel as if I have released all my tension with my breath. This is the feeling I feel when Sanam kisses me. As soon as his lips touch mine, all the troubles and tensions from my mind are taken out. I feel light minded. "Repeat it once again," his deep voice echoes through my ears and I repeat the same thing again.

Balin followed behind him. “Close your eyes, young Rave. Begin the breathing. Balin placed his fingers lightly on Rave’s cheek. Leesa watched as Rave began a series of long, slow breaths through his nose. With each breath, the inhale and exhale grew slightly longer. When each seemed to Leesa to last an impossibly long time, Rave began to shorten his breaths, just as gradually as he had lengthened them. The breathing exercise lasted for several minutes. Finally, Balin removed his fingers from Rave’s cheek. He motioned for Leesa to join them.

I struggled, but his grip only tightened. “You smell like his pet, Reeve!” Alaric snapped, his voice echoing through the silent corridor of the Elite Wing. “You still went to him and let him touch you?” His face was flushed with wild jealousy. The pressure of Alaric’s aura made my heart start racing. Panic began creeping in, but the new breathing technique surfaced in my mind. Draw a breath. Bind the energy. I closed my eyes and followed the breathing technique taught in that vision. Instantly, my racing heartbeat began to slow. The heat in my chest cooled.

I sat cross-legged on the rock, mimicking his posture. "Close your eyes. Breathe in slowly through your nose, counting to four. Hold for four counts. Then exhale through your mouth for four counts. The rhythm helps quiet your mind and opens channels for your power to flow." We practiced the breathing for what felt like hours. Every time my mind wandered—which was constantly—Hayden gently redirected my focus back to my breath. "Good. Now, whilst maintaining that breathing pattern, I want you to reach out with your wolf senses. Can you feel the life around us? The trees, the grass, the fish in the river? Everything living has an energy signature. Learn to sense it."

He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face — absentminded, gentle. “I don’t like leaving in the mornings,” he confessed quietly. “You have work.” “I know.” There was frustration beneath it. Not at me. At circumstance. “You don’t have to be everywhere at once,” I told him. “I know,” he repeated. But he still looks back twice before exiting the room each morning qs if memorizing the sight of me resting there. The midwives have begun teaching me breathing techniques. Slow inhales. Controlled exhales. Visualization. They dim the lights during practice and speak softly. “Imagine the pain as a wave,” one says. “It rises. It peaks. It falls. You are not drowning. You are riding it.”