This breath breathes me.
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Yet mostly the breath that breathes us without thought or condition is involuntary, autonomic. Imagine if breath required our gratitude.
Inhale, stillness, exhale, stillness, inhale... an endless cycle of being breathed. Until, physical illness or mental stress quickly brings breath to mind. Until we gasp for breath or hold the breath we may not be aware of this unconscious consciousness.
Vision breathing with mindful gratitude. Imagine a world consciously breathing together and knowing that we share this gift.
I step outside and fill my lungs with the cool winter-into-spring air. My nostrils flare and I savour its initial crispness and then as breath warms through throat, flowing through upper chest and then sinking deep into the belly, I am flooded with gratitude.
This moment breathes me.
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