the slowness of breath

I am amazed. As I am on the cusp of closing one of the best chapters of my life I find myself giving silent prayers of thanks. Silent messages to the universe. My heart feels whole but at the same time a little heavy. I have a a feeling of overall calm. There is a gentle hand at my back. The fear and anxiety I felt in the previous weeks is disappearing, the fog is clearing. I feel like I am going to emerge one step closer to my truer self.

Do other people have these moments? It feels grand and humbling all at the same time. Do others listen to themselves. Are we meant to look so far inward? To ask? To demand of ourselves the answers that are buried, where we hid the plan that we laid.

What of connection? To touch another- with the hand, with a word, with your heart.

I aspire to live connected. Not through radio waves, digital impulses- the faceless ones. I long to feel rooted, to show my children the value of the heart, of the connection to the people around them. Is this lost? Is it emerging? Are you out there?

To reach this I must slow down, feel the slowness of my breath. In and out, the movement the rhythm, matches that undulation that comes from the earth, that comes from within.

I shout to the sky- I am open- I am ready- I think.........