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Monday, February 11, 2008

23 Breaths

23 Breaths to blowup a surfmat to an acceptable level of semi inflation

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Excellent 23 breaths to blow up my mat. i'll try it and let you know.

asmith said...

Never counted...

Prana- I like the direction of this blog.

23 Breaths said...

Misc responses select one that works for you

A) depends on your lungs and your mat. When your mat gets in the water the temp changes the air volume changes and you have to re evaluate your mat inflation anyway. Pay attention to how your mat rides.
B) I was reading Rob Wilson's "The Illuminatus! Trilogy" where he expounds on the "law of fives" 2+3 = 5 etc
C) numeric blog names float to the top of the list (see blatant commercialism and self promotion)
D) counting your breaths is a good practice try it for a year or two

Brian McKie said...

12 breaths for my 4gf. I did have a beer before I started so maybe it was 10.
Either way I thought that was pretty good, I guess my wife was right about me being full of hot air.

Chowda,
Brian

pranaglider said...

Brian,
How long you been married?
Don't you know your wife is always right?
Carry on

Brian McKie said...

Well it will be 10 years in July. Seems like just the other day.
Great work on the site. I too like where you are going with the site.
Brian

Anonymous said...

From experienced Hawaiian mat surfer, Tony Lum:

Sitting on the shore, staring out to sea, preparing to return to
Mother Nature's womb. Meditating on the rhythm of the swells as they
ascend and descend in time with the measure of the ocean floor.

The melodies of the waves drown out all negative energy. The sound of
breathing reverberates everywhere.

Waves created by a far-off wind,
Mother Nature's breath. Air expelled from human lungs, breathing life into this inflatable wave-riding craft. The breath of life pulled deep and pushed long. It is meditation. Zen.

Surfing. Gliding on the liquid manifestation of cyclical energy
created by a distant breath. This is a spiritual dance that has long,
deep Polynesian roots.

Alien missionaries deemed surfing to be a sinful pastime of backward heathens, but for the Hawaiians, it was sacred. Breath was also sacred. It is the essence of life. Mana.

In Hawaiian culture, people would greet one another by standing face to face and simultaneously inhaling and exhaling each other's breath.

What would the ancients think of mat-surfing? Using the Mana of one's breath to perform the spiritual act of surfing on a wave formed by the energy of nature's own breath.

No wonder these surf mats feel so alive! There is some powerful magic going on here.

All things considered, it's funny to hear people refer to surf mats as just another pool toy. I can see how some might be offended. Perhaps it's all just nonsense. Don't spend too much time thinking about it.

Take a deep breath, let go and the surfmat will show you the way.

Aloha.

ramsnake said...

Just read through your blog from go to wo. Excellent reading. It has reinspired me to start my yoga practise again!