Saturday, November 21, 2015
Breathe in, breathe out, repeat . . ..
Ten days late with the 80th birthday post.
Not enough time? Well . . .
80 years = 29,220 days (and nights)
In response to comments on the Day, I heard myself saying, over and over,
"Breathe in, breathe out, repeat."
Maybe over a billion breaths in 80 years?
That's moving a lot of air, eh?
Moving to a higher plane, another thing I have heard myself saying
(over many of those years, and yes, it's those Voices again) is
"We breathe the world in, the world breathes us out,
nothing is lost."
But you ask, 'Higher plane?"
Yes, the metaphoric.
The Latin for breath is spirit.
And suddenly there it is,
that blood-red kite against the impossibly blue sky,
buffeted but held aloft by unseen spirits of air,
dancing, dancing. . . .
Don't let go of that string!
Breathe in, breathe out, repeat . . . .
Posted by Zeke at 7:05 AM