Love yourself first.
The best way to overcome it [the fear of death]—so at least it seems to me—is to make your interests gradually wider and more impersonal, until bit by bit the walls of the ego recede, and your life becomes increasingly merged in the universal life. An individual human existence should be like a river: small at first, narrowly contained within its banks, and rushing passionately past rocks and over waterfalls. Gradually the river grows wider, the banks recede, the waters flow more quietly, and in the end, without any visible break, they become merged in the sea, and painlessly lose their individual being. The man who, in old age, can see his life in this way, will not suffer from the fear of death, since the things he cares for will continue. And if, with the decay of vitality, weariness increases, the thought of rest will not be unwelcome. I should wish to die while still at work, knowing that others will carry on what I can no longer do and content in the thought that what was possible has been done.
Pʀᴀɴᴀʏᴀᴍᴀ Cʟᴀssᴇs Oɴ Tʜᴇ Bᴀɴᴋs Oꜰ Tʜᴇ Hᴏʟʏ Rɪᴠᴇʀ Gᴀɴɢᴇs
Bhramari Pranayama, also known as Humming Bee Breath, is a calming breathing practice that soothes the nervous system and helps to connect us with our truest inner nature. Bhramari is the Sanskrit word for “bee,” and this pranayama is so named because of the humming sound produced at the back of the throat during the practice—like the gentle humming of a bee.
All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.
Mᴇᴅɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ Lᴀᴘ Oғ Hɪᴍᴀʟᴀʏᴀs 🧘♀️
“Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.”
📸: 𝗬𝗼𝗴𝗮 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀𝗵