I remember the first time I truly felt my breath— “…inhale through your nose for a count of four…” My therapist patiently instructed over the phone, having called me back within just an hour of me leaving her a message to make sure I was OK. As usual, she intuitively knew the state I was in and the remedy it called for. Pacing, I couldn’t manage to bring myself to feel my breath let alone stop pacing. “Here, I’ll do it with you,” she offered. And as we breathed together over the phone, being held in a container of safety and compassion, I let myself breathe as if for the first time.“I breathe my way into wholeness and healing. Inhalation. Exhalation. Each Breath a ‘yes,’ and a letting go, a journey, and a coming home,” Poet Danna Fauld writes.