When all else fails and you feel at the mercy of a soul-crushing world that is closing in, take back your power from this: every breath you take is a creative act.
You create the new you every single time you breathe in.
Every breath in is a new vow you make to life.
Every breath in is creation.
Every breath in is a new potential
Every breath in is stirring the embers of your inner fire
Every breath in is a stronger promise that things CAN get better
Every breath in is a choice, one that you freely make
Every breath in is you revving the engine that longs to take you to the unfathomable depths that lie quietly beneath the surface of who you show yourself to the world.
So breathe consciously. I tell you to breathe because there is an unabating love waiting for you to notice it in the fabric of every breath you take.
It lingers in the air like the poplar fluff in late spring. Your breath draws it in.
It's the same love that you find in the droplets of dew at daybreak.
It's also in the delicate rays of the sun in the autumn, even in the coarse and abrasive surface of what reality feels like sometimes.
It is the love that life is made of.
You can only meet this unnamed, patient and ever-present love in its rawness at the edge of your existence, right when your old world is collapsing and the new one is emerging. And you can also find this love in the ecstatic laughter of lovers or in the unvarnished terror of those forsaken, in the ones that look to the stars for guidance, in the ones that wonder, in the ones that play, in poets, dancers, in the fierce. You won't be able to find it if you look for it in those who overrefined themselves to the point of dulling their capacity to hold space for magic.
You won't see it in the ones that look for comfort or lie in languor. In those who are not ready to live.
It cannot be experienced by the halfhearted ones yet, it is only noticed in and by those fully alive.
Every breath you take in and then let out is made of this sacred love. You cannot see it, you cannot taste it or touch it, or even hear it until you're ready to. But this love seeps into your cells with every breath of air you take in. And when you touch the edge of your current existence, if you let it, every breath in becomes an act of becoming more of you and every breath out, an act one of unbecoming more of who you are not.
All facilitated by this undiscriminating love that is all around you, taken into your lungs, into your cells by your conscious breathing.
When all else fails and you have lost everything and everyone, breathing is a simple reminder of your immense power to create your own life every time you take in the air and the all encompassing love.
Comments