During my breathwork facilitator training, when we learnt about the physiology of the body and what’s happening as we breathe, my mind was blown.

My journey through this course has been very different to the journey I thought it would be. When I started, I was afraid it would be the same journey it always is – real enthusiasm at the start and then less enthusiasm and then no more course. I’m very inclined to chase shiny things and then decide they’re not all that shiny after all and move on…

In March 2020, 3 weeks before the country was locked down for the first time, I gave birth to my daughter Lara in a planned homebirth. After we’d had some skin to skin and Lara had fed for the first time I was checked over and told everything was fine. I felt like I had luckily escaped unscathed, and I was under the impression my recovery would be fairly quick and easy. Oh, how wrong I was…

As my facilitator training comes to an end, and graduation is (both sadly and yet excitingly!) just around the corner, I sit with two questions, asked in one of the final seminars, led by one of the wonderful teachers. Why is the breath so powerful and why do I want to facilitate?
With the breath, we create and cultivate, we find our way back to ourselves, our bodies - our homes…