After chopping apples for several minutes, I scooped them into a bowl and the movement of my arms reminded me that I have a body. I stood in front of the table briefly, and let that fact sink in. I recognized that from the time I started preparing apples until then, my mind was lost in thoughts about the future, and my feelings shifted quickly from one reactive state to another.
Trying to describe Breema is like trying to describe the taste of an apple. Someone can tell you about the texture and flavor, but you can’t really know the taste of apple until you taste it for yourself.