Breathing In the Now, Breathing Out the Now
I’m surrounded by pines and oaks and birds calling into the moment. These songs, play through my headphones in this now while I write, sent by a beloved sister, a needed delight.
I sit with warm tears. The glorious Sun in my eyes, reminding me I’m alive. Right here in this moment.
I needed this moment. For my awakening had more whelm than my self could balance. Nearly tipped into a panic attack.
I sat and held my kitten, she held me back, and we breathed.
Grounded in this Nowism. Not of texts before. Not of the to-dos later.
Just breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe in now,
breathe out now.
As I sit in this second-hand spray-painted blue plastic chair, in the fresh fresh air, in these moments now — the notes of this song, the Robin flying by, the sun and the chill, these words and I-you-we — all become one.
I will have waves crashing upon my shore. Waves that take me out into the ocean in moments. Like the time I was eight, and the waves nearly took me away. I relaxed into the acceptance of the moment. There was nothing more to do then.
I made it to the shore.
