Learning To Breathe

Markus Zusak wrote, "How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing."

By this definition, do you truly live? Or do you limit your breathing until it is shallow, quiet, empty. Restrained.

Please don't restrain yourself. Be unafraid of fear. Live. Breathe. Be free.

Fill your lungs with wild air. How does it feel? Do you see the difference between a full, wild, exhilarating breath and a civilized, domestic breath?

Many stories tell of listening to someone breathe as they sleep. Listening to the rising and falling of the airflow. Listening to the life sound of that particular person.

How do you show your Life?

How do you know that you are alive? Do you whistle as you inhale, sending a merry song zipping into the night? Are your lungs filled steadily, consistently with love?

Is air love?

“I am never alone wherever I am. The air itself supplies me with a century of love. When I breathe in, I am breathing in the laughter, tears, victories, passions, thoughts, memories, existence, joys, moments, and the hues of the sunlight on many tones of skin; I am breathing in the same air that was exhaled by many before me. The air that bore them life. And so how can I ever say that I am alone?” - C. JoyBell C.

Those who drink deeply from the everwells of life. Of love. Of air. Find new meaning, new energy, new zest for life. They find their health increasing. Peace pervades their soul as windows are thrown open and clean breezes dance and destroy what was dank, stale and stifled.

“Bliss begins with the breath. We breathe in and accept all that is new. We breathe out, and release all that has passed.” – Sara Wiseman

Releasing the past frees us to enjoy the moment. To continue finding the light. The joy and the love of existence.

We cannot hold on to old fall leaves in fear that we will never find the colours again. The leaves will rot and decay while around us the seasons change, flowers bloom and colours burst.

Just breathe. Just love.

Just Hope.