Novel & Cerita Sanemi Wind Breathing

I hope he didn’t notice me gawking at him. Once everyone finds their own thing to do and work on, I crawl into my tent and do some deep breathing exercises. It’s something my parents taught my siblings and I to do. It’s good for your heart because in order to live you must breathe. We focused on the breath of life. My legs are crossed and my hands lay on my the sides of my knees with my palms facing upwards as I breathe and take in my new environment. I left the door flap to my tent open so every now and then a small light breeze comes to cool me down.

My breath comes faster, chest fig‌hting for space. Come on. Move. I pres‌s a⁠gain, usin‌g my shoul‌der, my knee, anything. The sl‍ab shifts a few centimeters, en‌ough f‌or a breath of cooler air to snake throu⁠gh. I suc⁠k it in greedily, choking halfway.‍ My head spi‍ns, stars‍ b‌u⁠rsting behind my⁠ eyelid‌s.

His hands hang loose at his sides but his fingers twitch. “Feet shoulder width,” I instruct. “Knees soft. Do not lock them.” He adjusts. “Breathe in through your nose,” I continue. “Slow. Count to four.” He does. “Out through your mouth. Count to six.” His breath shakes on the release. “That is fine,” I say. “Do it again.” We breathe together. The bond hums. Quiet. Present. Minutes pass. Or maybe seconds. Time bends here. Blake opens his eyes. “It is louder tonight.”

Veronica's POV: Theo rubbed his temples lightly. “I feel like I’m getting a migraine,” he murmured. “I should probably go do my pranayama.” “Prana… what?” I blinked, tilting my head in curiosity. He smiled faintly. “Pranayama. It’s a form of yoga—breathing exercises. I’ve been doing it for years.” He hesitated, his tone softening. “Actually… I’ve been deeply involved in it for a long time. Since I was a teenager, really.”

She wanted to show him how strong she was on her own. But she wasn’t having the best luck. “I’m not here to judge or berate you Sam. Just breathe and forget that I’m here. Show me what you know you know.” She nodded, taking a deep breath in, before she blocked him out. Instead, she let Samira take over, and the two of them moved as one, doing everything that their mother had already taught them to do. When she was done, she was breathless, looking back to her mate for his approval. “You’re doing good, but I’ve already seen places where you can improve. For instance, we need to work on your breath work.”

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.

Kael stood in the center. “Stand straight,” he said. Ariana adjusted her posture. “Breathe.” She followed his instructions. Slow in. Hold. Slow out. Again. Again. **** At first, it felt useless. Just breathing. But slowly her body calmed. Her heart slowed. The pain became less sharp. *** “Close your eyes,” Kael said. She obeyed. “Listen.” She focused. The wind. Leaves. Her heartbeat. **** “Now feel,” Kael said.

I begin to choke and through the mist, I hear the voice of our companion. “Close your eyes,” Gregory suggests when he sees me struggling for air. “Forget that we are in fog and imagine you are breathing clean, crisp air. It will help, trust me.” I close my eyes like he instructed, imagining a sunny day with a clear, cool breeze. Sitting still, my breathing slowly eases and I can almost feel the breeze against my skin. The sensation is so different that I begin to wonder why I had found it so hard to breathe just a moment before. Was it just my panic making it worse? Sighing, I fill my lungs with fresh, clear, somewhat briny, air.

The mere thought of calling Sam already made my skin crawl, and I knew Adrian could see the annoyance etched on my face. Adrian softened his expression to one of compassion and filled his eyes with concern. "No, babe, calm down," he said in a soft voice. "Breathe in," he instructed, his hands demonstrating the motion of an inhalation. I grinned but did just that, filling my lungs with breath as I moved deeply. "Uhhhhh," I breathed, my voice hardly above a whisper. Adrian's eyes didn't waver from mine, steady and reassuring. "And breathe out," he said, his hands sweeping in a fluid manner. I exhaled slowly, feeling the tension seep from me as I let go of my breath.

Siana just looked at her closely, her blue eyes mesmerized her and reminded her of the ocean, having a similar calming effect on her. That girl then held Siana’s hand and placed it on her chest and she placed her other hand on Siana’s chest. “Just follow me okay…take a deep breath in…and slowly release it…” She guided Siana to control her breathing and after a few minutes of doing that, she finally stopped crying.