Our Nervous Systems Wear Blue
Jun 16, 2026
You want to know how Azamra Breathwork training went last week?
I want to tell you all about it.
But also, I can’t.
I’m going to try.
But before I do, I need your attention for just a second.
I botched up a little, and I’m trying to smooth this out as seamlessly as possible. A bunch of you signed up for the Hypnotherapy training waitlist on my site, and my site didn’t tag you properly. Which means many of you have been waiting to be notified, but you’re not actually on the list.
Applications have already started going out, and I don’t want you to miss your chance because my website decided to have a nervous system collapse.
So if you’ve been waiting for Hypnotherapy Facilitator Training, take a minute and sign up here: Hypnotherapy Waitlist (scroll down)
Okay. Back to Azamra.
How do I even describe the awe that keeps creeping in on us at the most unexpected times?
Like the morning we all showed up to class wearing blue.
No really.
Totally unplanned.
Sixteen of us walked into the morning session wearing some shade of blue. Teal, navy, denim, sky blue, pool blue, whatever category of blue people wear when their nervous systems have decided to show up in sync.
One of the students texted that he’d be late that morning, and we joked internally that he’d only be excused if he showed up wearing blue.
And then he did.
Because of course he did.
There’s an actual word for this. It’s called entrainment.
Entrainment is when rhythms begin to match each other. Pendulums swinging near each other slowly fall into sync. A baby’s breath settles when placed on a regulated chest. A room can get louder because one person came in chaotic, and a room can get softer because one person came in calm.
Our bodies are listening to each other all the time.
Not in the dramatic “I feel your aura” way, (although honestly, after last week, I’m not ruling anything out.)
But in the most practical, embodied, human way.
We pick up on pace. On breath. On tone. On tension. On softness. On whether someone is pretending to be calm, or whether they’re actually anchored inside themselves.
Of course we teach skill at Azamra. We teach technique and structure and ethics and contraindications and music and touch and how to hold a room when the room gets emotional, loud, quiet, resistant, emotional, hilarious, holy, or absolutely feral before lunch.
But underneath all of that, Azamra is not really about what you know how to do.
It’s about who you know how to be.
Because our nervous systems are catchy.
And imagine if we really knew that.
Imagine if we understood that our regulation is contagious. That choosing to show up with calm, with warmth, with humor, with dignity, with a smile, actually makes the world around us a little softer. A little safer. A little kinder. A little more regulated.
Not because we walked in and fixed everyone.
Please, no.
We have enough people trying to fix everyone.
But because the way we are in a room actually changes the room.
There’s always a moment in training that I feel privileged to witness. Someone will look up at me with bright eyes and say, “Hashem is here.”
It happened again last week.
More than once.
And I know it’ll keep happening.
Because that’s what happens when breath meets body. When Torah meets nervous system. When laughter and tears are allowed to exist in the same room without anyone needing to make it weird.
Which, to be fair, we still sometimes make it weird.
But we love it.
It’s someone finally exhaling.
Someone realizing they’re safe enough to feel.
Someone discovering that the part of them they were trying to get rid of was actually trying to protect them.
Someone laughing through tears because the body is absurd and also magical and occasionally has the comedic timing of a toddler with a marker.
That’s Azamra.
A room where we remember that the body is not the enemy. Healing isn't about perfection. The facilitator is not the savior.
And Hashem is here. From the first breath. To the last. We are never alone.
In the breath. In the blue shirts. In the giggles. In the trembling. In the music. In the people who showed up nervous and left more themselves.
And maybe that’s why I still can’t fully describe it.
Because some things are not meant to be flattened into language.
Some things you can only point to and say, "you had to be there."
And if you'd have been there, you'd know.
And if you weren’t, I hope you get to feel even a tiny echo of it from here.
(And if you're wearing blue today.... the magic is totally real.)
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I’m so excited by your interest in the upcoming pool breathwork event in Toms River, NJ on July 14.
Tickets go on sale next week, and spots are very limited.
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