Phoenix Fire Breathwork

03/14/2026

I was recently reminded of a lesson I learned while working as a cocktail waitress:

You can be annoyed by the crowd and feel defeated or angry as you force your way through, or you can have fun with it, find the rhythm & dance your way through with ease.

Same with life in general.

Resistance to what is often hurts more than what is.

What would change for you if you allowed what is to be & decided to find a way to relax, play, and flow with it?

Shine on, my friends! 💖

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03/08/2026

Truth!❤️

Meditation is simply presence ✨

03/05/2026

Yaaaassss! 🙌🙌💕

03/05/2026

It's actually FEELING instead of just thinking we're feeling. It's receiving the information fully before taking action. It's using the whole box of crayons, down to the nubs. It's SO much more than "happy"!

03/02/2026

I love to spend some time in Nature before facilitating group sessions with Beautiful Breathers.🥰 In the company of trees, I'm reminded that life is glorious and gorgeous and perfectly imperfect. I'm grateful for this life, and this calling, and for all the luminous souls I've been lucky enough to encounter on my path.🙏✨️💖

03/01/2026

💖This!!

02/27/2026

Breathwork events for March. Breathe with me! 🐦‍🔥🔥🌬

02/27/2026

Check out this review! 💖 Are you ready to join a group session? Calendar of events on my website PhoenixFireBreathwork.com

02/27/2026

Check out this review! 💖 Are you ready to join a group session? Calendar of events on my website Phoenix Fire Breathwork .com

02/27/2026

🤣 There's a lot of truth to this! We don't get mad at the mind for doing what it was designed to do. We gently remind it that we're doing something else right now and bring it back to the breath, back to stillness, again & again & again... Not engaging with the thoughts that will inevitably pop in. It really can be like watching a toddler throw a tantrum sometimes! Practicing being the neutral observer builds that muscle. We are the whole sky. Thoughts & emotions are just the weather. They come, they go. None of it means anything about me & I don't have to tell myself stories about it.❤️

02/23/2026

There was a moment when Moses had asked God to tell him his name. God was gracious enough to answer, and the name he gave is recorded in the original Hebrew as YHWH.

Over time we've arbitrarily added an "a" and an "e" in there to get YaHWeH, presumably because we have a preference for vowels. But scholars and rabis have noted that the letters YHWH represent breathing sounds, or aspirated consonants. When pronounced without intervening vowels, it actually sounds like breathing. YH (inhale): WH (exhale).

So a baby's first cry, his first breath, speaks the name of God. A deep sigh calls His name - or a groan or gasp that is too heavy for mere words. Even an atheist would speak His name unaware that their very breath is giving constant acknowledgment to God. Likewise, a person leaves this earth with their last breath, when God's name is no longer filing their lungs.

So when I can't utter anything else, is my cry calling out His name?

Being alive means I speak His name constantly. Is it heard the loudest when I'm the quietest? In sadness, we breathe heavy sighs. In joy, our lungs feel almost like they will burst. In fear we hold our breath and have to be told to breathe slowly to help us calm down. When we're about to do something hard, we take a deep breath to find our courage.

When I think about it, breathing is giving him praise.
Even in the hardest moments!

This is so beautiful and fills me with emotion every time I grasp the thought. God chose to give himself a name that we can't help but speak every moment we're alive. All of us, always, everywhere. Waking, sleeping, breathing, with the name of God on our lips. Psalms 150:6

-Author unknown copied pasted from Instagram.

02/21/2026

The passing of my dad was the first experience with grief & loss that REALLY hit home, as an adult. It broke me in ways I'd never been broken before, though I'd already survived SO much. Every morning for about 6 months, my very first thought upon waking up in the morning was "he's gone" and the tears would come.💙

In some strange way, losing my dad meant that I'd lost some sense of security I'd had in the world that I hadn't even been aware of. For months, I had weird anxiety, especially around driving. I'd have unprovoked visions of getting t-boned at stop signs and had some genuine fear of moving forward both in my car and in my life. My safety net was gone & what would I fall back on?

That year unfolded in tragedy after tragedy after tragedy, beginning with the death of my dad, until the repeated heartbreak of it manifested itself physically in unmanageable pain.

It also helped me open myself to out-of-the-box healing.🙏❤️

It's funny that I wrote about not being able to catch my breath. Because that year was the beginning of helping me to find it. To build a relationship with the very essence of my Breath.🌬

In several languages, the word for Breath and the word for Spirit are the same. It's been a wondrous journey to innerstand why.💖