I find peace in the space between breaths. I find solace from the frenetic pace of my life – commuting, lawyering, momming, wife-ing, and trying to sneak in daily or not so daily workouts – when I meditate. It’s my sanctuary. Today, in the meditation on sounds I was struck by the suggestion to notice my reaction to sounds arising and create a space between the arising and the reacting.
Just is a word I sometimes use in a less than powerful way: as in, I just wanted to say … I just feel that …. As in, it’s not you, it’s just me.
On the flip side, today, I appreciate the potency of just. Just breathing. Just watching. Just noticing. No further action required. I’m just listening. I’m just listening again. And again. And again. I’m just here now. Again and again and again.
I’m just breathing.