Letting Go of My Breath

I hold my breath more than I realize.  I hold it while reading a good book.  I hold it while executing an unfamiliar move on the dance floor.  I hold it while taking a picture.  I hold it while cooking dinner.  Sometimes I hold it while driving through traffic filled streets in my car or on my bicycle.

The good news is that I can always begin to breath again.

The great news is that when I notice my breathing it does not change life (still traffic, still fear), but it changes me enough to be able to face life.

I am thankful for the early moments of this challenge that bring me back to the basics of breathing, shifting my focus back to the moment.


May all beings be happy ♡