![]() ![]() After a few months of living this way, I took my doctor’s advice and signed up for an introductory course in breathing to learn a technique called Sudarshan Kriya.Īt 7pm, the bushy-browed woman locked the front door, sat in the middle of the group, inserted a cassette tape into a beat-up boom box, and pressed play. I was in a rut– physically, mentally and otherwise. I was spending most of my time at home wheezing, working and eating three meals a day out of the same bowl while hunched over week-old newspapers on the couch. I’d just recovered from pneumonia, which I’d also had the year before, and the year before that. My job was stressing me out and my 130-year-old house was falling apart. I’d come here on the recommendation of my doctor, who’d told me: “A breathing class could help.” It could help strengthen my failing lungs, calm my frazzled mind, maybe give me perspective.įor the past few months, I’d been going through a rough patch. ![]()
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