Breath

To take a breath one must conciously stop whatever one is doing and willfully inhale air in through their nostrils, into their lungs, pause, and exhale the air out of one's lungs, and usually out of one's mouth. It is a moment that is filled with intent. To take a moment to think, to pause, to relax and gain perspective. To take a breath is a good thing.

I sometimes forget to breathe. I forget how marvelous it is to be able to have this built in mechanism, that was created to de-stress, to feed oxygen to my brain, to make me think more clearly. This is the most simple, easy bodily function. When I breathe, I don't feel it's easy.
To "breathe easy" must be such a wonderful feeling. For me, breathing is about letting go of something that is bothering me. For me to take in a breath is a sweet moment. I love the feeling of letting air WHOOSH into my body, and then to feel the air leaving my body, taking with it the tension, frustration and negativity. To take a breath is to hope.

I hope, I can clear my head so I can think. I hope, the swirling thoughts can all just calm down for a moment. I hope my boy, Indy, will quiet down and behave as I've taught him. I hope, that I can be tender and kind to my husband, M, who needs me. I hope, I can be gentle and fun for my daughter, Olive, who needs a good Mom. I hope I can please my God by being humble, and helpful. I hope, I can be true to all of my friends out there, whom I have such admiration for. I hope, I can remember to take my next breath.

I want to breathe easy. I want to let go of all the clutter that is crowding out all of the sense in my head. I don't have any more time to waste. I need to get on my path, and walk it, with nice even breaths. This will be uncomfortable, but I am up for the task, for the first time. . .ever.