What Babies Teach Us About Breathing

January 16, 2015    BY Claudia Cummins
Babies Breath

I’ve spent a lot of time with babies lately—a newborn nephew who fits in the crook of an elbow so sweetly, and a few older ones still free enough to run around buck naked in their summer garden. I’ve been watching these little creatures move and wiggle and explore as only babies can. And you know what? They’ve taught me more about how to breathe than any yoga teacher ever has.

They’ve learned nothing yet about the restriction and constriction life wedges under our skin and into our breath as we grow up.

It’s their freedom that captivates me the most. Their little bodies respond like wildfire to every impulse that passes through them. And their breath plays right along, changing with every mood. When they inhale, they bloom. When they exhale, they surrender. They’ve learned nothing yet about the restriction and constriction life wedges under our skin and into our breath as we grow up. What a relief!

A sigh of relief, actually. That’s what I feel when I nestle down into the grass with them—I can breathe again, almost as naturally and freely as they can. Something begins to unravel inside. My skin softens. The armor that keeps the outer world from touching my inner world begins to fall away. I feel like a living, breathing creature again—shifting, yielding, and surrendering to the weather of life that passes through me.

And so after several years of yogic training, I’ve thrown away my ujjayis, vilomasbhastrikas, and the rest. I’ve adopted a new approach, a sort of breathing mantra. I just keep reminding myself to breathe like a baby. I like its simplicity. I like the image. No one needs to tell me what muscles to move, or where the breath should land, or how long to pause between breaths. The image carries all the instruction I need. It speaks directly to my body, bypassing my eager, analytical brain. I know intimately how it feels to breathe naturally as a little girl.

Now I begin every yoga practice this way, lying on my back, inviting the breath to flow like water into the deepest reaches of my body and then watching my body respond. After a few minutes of baby-breathing my body and mind soften so much that I feel the deep but subtle movements inside that follow the rhythm of the breath. And if I stay as breathable as a baby when those inner rhythms begin to carry me into asanas, the poses grow just as fluid. No force, no restriction, no constriction—I might as well be floating in the Aegean Sea. It’s these times that the movement feels most authentic, creative, and expressive.

Baby-breathing inspires an openness to the world, a friendliness both inside and out. The whole world grows just a little more breathable.

I also try to remember to breathe like a baby in my daily life—when the yellow light turns to red, when the doorbell rings, when I’m feeling anxious or frustrated or angry. You know what I’ve learned? It’s hard to be mean when you’re breathing like a baby. It’s hard to be forceful or hardhearted or armored. Baby-breathing inspires an openness to the world, a friendliness both inside and out. The whole world grows just a little more breathable.

I’ve also learned that breathing this way is a struggle when we hold ourselves in, or when the world comes at us like a ten-ton truck. I can breathe like a baby only when I feel at ease, anchored in some faithful center deep inside. Paradoxically, my baby’s breath helps me find my way back to this quiet, breathable home, again and again.

Of course babies aren’t the only pranayama teachers. I have lots of yoga friends who learn from their puppies and cats. One friend’s rather creative but amazingly effective pranayama consists of lying on the floor in between her two greyhounds, resting a hand on each dog’s belly and then breathing in tandem with them. Try finding that one in Light on Yoga!

All this is baby stuff, I know. But I have a feeling that all other breathing techniques evolve out of this totally unbounded and organic approach. Maybe I’ll grow into more advanced pranayama later. For now, though, I’m totally content to settle back into the summer grass and let this baby breathe.

Claudia Cummins
Claudia Cummins lives, writes, and teaches yoga in Mansfield, OH.

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