One of my first yoga lessons was on green juicy grass under the shadow of some old trees. It was all in Spanish, and by this time I didn’t understand any Spanish. But two words I understood very well from the first moment:

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inhala – exhala.

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The breath. Surrounded by the sound of the waves smashing on the shore in the distance I could straight connect with my breath, feeling the nature around and within me and following the flowing movement of my body.