It is breath that gives us the will to live, the fortitude to overcome, the peace for joy.


When we are lost. When we don’t know what. When we don’t know where. When we cannot understand. First breathe, then think: what nourishment do I need now? What nourishment does s/he/we/you need now? For body, for spirit, for eyes, for brain, for whatever.


It is fear that is my undoing. It holds my breath. It hides the clues. It takes away my sense of me. It holds me hostage.

Until I breathe.

And then I am breathing. And breath blows fear away.

Like the imaginary dreams floating out of my child’s restless head. Together we purse our lips, puff out our cheeks, and we blow them away. Blow them to the dream-catcher to snare, to the window to toss out into the world and break into a million dancing pieces. Our breath is magic.