The Gift of Breath
Each breath, a quiet return to the home beneath our skin.
Inhale—not just air, but presence, permission to begin again.
Exhale—the weight we no longer need, the ache we’ve carried too long.
This rhythm—unasked, yet always offered—teaches us to listen inward, to touch the raw pulse of being.
In the stillness between rising and falling, we remember: we are here, we are whole, we are healing.
From the breath, a soft becoming—so we may rise, steadied and seen, and offering that same seeing to the world.
DR