When I hear about breathing I always seem to pause. I pause when I hear a song or word that speaks of this involuntary motion. Breathing... breathe in... breathe out.
There is something that is fascinatingly comfortable with this process. It is as if breathing can heal a multitude of wounds, pave rocky roads and re-frame fragmented stories. Breathing...
Breathing is so special, yet we fail to notice the depth of the process... until it stops, and those moments are profound too.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
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