It baffles me - at times - that something as simple and instinctual and obvious as breathing can be so impossibly hard.
In. And. Out.
It's our first human act...and our last. We can live for days without food and water and even sleep. But without breath - all life ceases.
Inhale. And. Exhale.
So many nights - I find myself awake - living in regret...thinking about the past.
My mind drowning in the 'should have'...'would have'...'could have' beens.
We can't change or re-write the past. I know that. We all do.
And then - there are those other nights. I'm living in anxious anticipation. Trying to configure and control what will be.
Iff this...then that. Iff that...then this. The circles are endless.
It's never what we worry about...it it? It's always something other. I know that too.
The mind is a powerful thing.
Focus. Listen. Feel.
One inhale. One exhale.
My body relaxes and releases. This one breath and then another. In and out. Out and in. In and out and out and in - again.
And then I wake to morning. A new day dawning. A whole new beginning.. A gift and opportunity to breathe in again. And out.