Sentences with phrase «focused on breathing because»

«Many focused on breathing because it gave them a feeling of control,» Dr. Sherwood said.

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He's focusing the proposed legislation on cars, not residences, because children under the age of 16 don't have a choice about breathing in that air.

Tantra (Eastern concept of sexuality as being linked to spirituality) is a helpful tool for this because it de-emphasises genital contact, intercourse and orgasm, focusing instead on touch, sensuality and breathing technique.

Patients are typically introduced to breathing exercises only when they visit a respiratory therapist or participate in a pulmonary rehabilitation program, Berry says, mainly because time - crunched primary care physicians focus on exercise and smoking cessation.

Because the breath has such an impact on our whole being, focusing on breathing brings about a restful and calm nature.

Once you've learned proper breathing technique, things begin to get really interesting, because you'll have a newfound power that not only vastly improves your training efficiency and focus, but also controls how much cortisol your body releases during a workout by «putting the brakes» on your sympathetic nervous system while you're exercising.

One of the main reasons I practice at White Pine Yoga is because it offers a place where I can practice mindfulness - focusing on my breathing and connecting to my body.

Yoga focuses on slow movements and deep, calming breathing, and because of this, it can calm the mind, improve mood and leave you feeling mentally reinvigorated.

Michele Rosenthal: The breath to hum out and — and then I just let myself go into regular breathing because I think it would be hard to focus on a word and count the breath at the same time.

Sometimes it's hard when you are constantly moving to just take a moment to collect your thoughts and focus... I was in desperate need of a moment to myself and am so thrilled to finally have it haha After having a «mini breakdown» with my friend on the way to see James Cordon (which we were later turned away from because they were «at capacity» ugh so annoying) she stressed an important point to me... everyone gets overwhelmed, everyone needs to freak out, cry, break down + breathe for a second... I try so hard to keep everything together and looking pristine from the outside because who wants to seem weak and vulnerable right?

Of course, sitting straight is on the first place because it allows you to breathe in larger amounts of air and focus more on the information comprehension.

It's not that minigames or aimless wandering are necessarily fun (because they can often be quite the opposite), but that even games focused almost entirely on combat break up the action have lulls to let the player breathe and alternate gameplay modes and areas to keep things interesting.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

It's really about knowing, say if I have a headache at a high altitude because of a lack of pressure in the air, that with time it's going to go away and I just can focus on my breathing and hydrating, little inconveniences; or being very cold, or getting to the tent exhausted and having to set up your tent, and make snow into water, and then heat the water up to drink, and then make some soup or something to eat, and things like that.

The acts of sitting and consciously breathing interrupt angry thoughts, because they focus attention on these tasks.