So much has emerged within me from a daily practice of this. Noticing how safe I feel (during the practice) has made my body begin realising how deeply unsafe I felt before. I awoke to the reality of a mind full of thoughts, in a body that didn’t feel safe. After noticing how desperately my body was screaming for security, I began holding hot bread at every meal. I finally understand now why I, as a Jew, was taught to say a blessing, while holding hot bread in my hands. This slowing down to experience allows us to notice so much. It demands my truth. It strips me of my stories, like my need to give to be worthy of friends. It brings me home, back to my foundation. It has awoken in its embodied aspect, parts of me that were only skimmed over before. This work is freedom. I am returning to myself, and finally experiencing in an embodied manner exactly when I'm selling myself short and not in my integrity.