Breathe

As a child I had the experience of having the wind knocked out of me.

 I can still remember the panicky sense of feeling like I couldn't breathe. 

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"Breathe," says my yogi.

"Breathe," says my personal trainer.

"Take a deep breath," says my doctor.

"Better breath control," said my band director.

"Just Breathe," sings Anna Nalick.

"I love watching you breathe," I whispered to my babies.

God breathed the breath of life;

and man became a living soul.

(Genesis 2)

Breathing in is in-spiration.

It is beautiful to me that God breathed life into us.

His inspiration continues to

bring life to us 

when we create

when we serve

when we love

when we live

i will catch my breath

i will breathe a sigh of relief

i will save my breath

i will savor a breath of fresh air

i will allow my breath to be taken away

by

beauty

joy

love

by
life

Dreaming

I love dreams - I frequently wake up trying to remember the details. I lie in bed during the wee hours of the morning and think. I think about what my subconscious might be working through or trying to process. I think about the symbolic nature of dreams and consider what different people or places or activities might have represented. I think about the patterns that present themselves and wonder what they might be telling me.

I wonder about the questions that my dreams might be asking or answering.

I sleep with someone who often falls asleep thinking about a problem and wakes up with an answer. It happens so often that I am surprised that it still surprises me. The problems are usually work related -- I'm not sure how he goes about billing clients for his time, when he works their problems out in his dreams.

His answers are concrete and solid. The answers my dreams provide are brief glimpses and flashes of insight. They are silvery glimmers viewed through gossamer. There is nothing left to hold.

Every once in a while I am left with something more substantial.

I try to hold onto it as long as I can.

Turning it over in my mind,

trying it on,

thinking it through.

Sometimes it only lasts for minutes,

sometimes for hours,

sometimes longer.

A recent dream provided a thought that I want to plant in fertile soil, water, weed and carefully tend this year.

I'm not going to have it stamped into sterling silver,

I'm not going to wear it around my neck or wrist.

I'm not going to paint it

or etch it

or turn it into vinyl lettering.

I will however hold on to it

not too tightly

but just tight enough

I will turn it over in my mind.

I will try it on,

and I will think it through.

Courage

I recently purchased this mixed media painting and collage from an amazing artist, Kandy from Bit O' Whimsey (an Etsy store). It was a gift to myself and I have to say...

I Love It

I love

the style

the young woman

the colors

the words

and

what

they

mean

to

me

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