Thank You Hashem
Mar 30, 2025
This past Shabbos, my son benched Gomel.
He was hit by a car on the way to school, and he walked away without a scratch.
Actually, that’s just an idiom. He was pretty scratched up; face bruised, his body scraped, and he was badly shaken. But he walked away. Healthy. Whole.
That call is every mother's worst nightmare.
Dropping everything and flying to the scene.
Holding his hand in the ambulance, watching waves of shock ripple through his body. Toning together as they wheeled him into the ER. Breathing him through the checks, the scans, the waiting.
And through it all, I was breathing too.
Because moms also need to take deep breaths. Maybe especially moms. Even moms who teach breathwork.
It wasn’t until the doctor began assessing his bruises that I realized something incredible; my son was using the very breathwork tools we had modeled for him over the years. Without thinking, without being told.
His body knew what to do.
I watched as he cycled between panic, fear, pain, and then, inexplicably, calm. Over and over, like waves pulling back to the ocean. All it took was my hand on his shoulder and a quiet hum to bring him back to himself.
And it was so powerful to witness.
Because this is what I wish more people understood about breathwork. It’s not a boutique trend. It’s not just another wellness fad that people are talking about and “into” at the moment. Breath is powerful medicine. And when used appropriately, its applications are limitless.
Of course, training is everything. A weekend workshop is not the same as a year-long immersion with hundreds of hours of teaching, skills, practice, and supervision.
And that’s what I care about, not “magic pill” breathwork, but the kind of breathwork that stops a Hatzalah guy in his tracks, asking how he can use it to help others. Breathwork that transforms a woman’s birthing experience into something sacred and powerful. Breathwork that had me in front of my students, teaching a three hour class just 25 minutes after walking through my front door from the hospital, because I had the tools to hold everything we had just been through.
In just the few days since applications have opened, almost every seat has been claimed by men and women from all over the world. From New York to Jerusalem, London to LA, and Montreal to Maryland, a circle of committed seekers are coming together, each bringing their own wisdom, each ready to receive something even greater.
But time is running out. The training begins mid May, but applications close this week.
The vision is that by the time we sit at the seder, before we taste the first bite of matzah, 22 future facilitators will have stepped forward, answering the call to bring this sacred work into the world.
This Shabbos, as my son said the words of Birchas HaGomel, I was overwhelmed with gratitude.
讘旨指专讜旨讱职 讗址转旨指讛 讛’ …... 讛址讙旨讜止诪值诇 诇职讞址讬旨指讘执讬诐 讟讜止讘讜止转 砖讈侄讙旨职诪指诇址谞执讬 讻旨指诇 讟讜止讘
Blessed are You, Hashem, ruler of the world, who rewards the undeserving with goodness, and who has rewarded me with goodness.
Thank you Hashem. For the miracle of my son’s health, for the breath that steadied us both, for the deep mercy, compassion, and miracles that surround us every day.
Applications for Azamra close soon, apply today.
In gratitude,
Fally
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