I am reminded yet again of how much I need the sound of my breath.
To
BREATHE
is to be filled up.
To be hydrated from within.
To be carried from this moment to the next,
by true heart food: air
.
But the quality of that moment is of
keen
interest to me.
Air represents movement, combustion, and dynamic flow. Air itself cannot be seen, but it can be felt, and its absence is suffocating. We draw in air to fuel every function of our existence,
and
the great Miracle allows this to happen automatically, day or night, infant or elderly, criminal or saint. It is the nature of this autonomy that
may
naturally predispos
e
us for loneliness
and self-doubt.
Because our breath rides us through fear, anger, joy, lonliness, and amazement without starting an argument or collecting a hug,
we tend to turn outward to validate what we are feeling, desiring, or questioning.
We forget that our breath works
not just in "automatic" mode, but
in "manual" mode, as well.
We have to work to shift to the side of our automatic patterns and try on our own gears. It goes against our natural instinct to deepen our aloneness,
to turn inward when the going gets tough...or even the same...as...it's...always...been.
I
find this pattern in my own life. The more I allow my body to just do what it does, without switching into "manual" mode, the more I seek outside validation.
But as soon as I pause and feel myself breathe in deeply, it's like falling in love. I feel connected, more self-assured, and the answer to what I am seeking is usually sitting right there waiting for me to hear it.
A
ir is our greatest asset. More valuable than any travel, bank account, or social connection. Air takes us IN on a ride of fullness and pre-qualified trust. Air is silent, but makes noise against
that which vibrates. Our deepest knowing vibrates. Our intuition vibrates. Our heart, cells and mind vibrate.
Will we choose to provide the fuel for their
evolution
or just let it pass by?
