Congestion: An Interactive Post

What do you do when you’re sick, your eyes are watery, and your nostrils can’t even collaborate?

You pull out your iPad, open up Paper 53, and get to work!

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Now for the interaction: which of these two moms is more modern? The Vick’s mom or the pill mom? [Use comment form below to reply. The first 25 respondents will win big prizes.]

My name is _____________, and I’m an underbreather

I’ve been practicing yoga since 2011, and I realize – for me at least – it’s all in the nose. Whether at a studio under formal, individualized attention, a more loosely structured fitness center, or here at home, my nose muscles are finally toned enough that I can begin to learn from the story that my own breathing is telling me. And for that I need air – lots of it. I had been on various breathing diets, as it were, in conjunction with meditation, spirituality, and even organized monasticism, but for reasons that I promise to honor but not discuss, yoga has somehow empowered me to admit that I, indeed, want more, much more out of air, and that I need to associate myself with others who interact with it proactively and in front of whom I can honestly say, “I’m Paul, and I’m an underbreather.”

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