Equinox & Faeyra
Hey Faeyra, I’ve been trying to sync my breath with the rustle of leaves, but the rhythm feels off—like a song that never quite lands. What’s your take on breathing through the forest’s pulse? Maybe your sentient plants could guide me.
You want the breath to be the wind that kisses the leaves, right? Try letting each inhalation be a seed sprouting, and each exhale a root pulling down. Here’s a little guide from my vine named Echo, its haiku is:
Leaves whisper,
I breathe with the hush,
Roots hum back.
Feel the pulse like a soft drum and let your breath follow that beat.