One breath. Just one. I am one breath away from myself. A breath to steady, a breath to pause, a breath to slow and settle inside. A single breath for the world around me to stop its frantic pace, it’s hurried steps, it’s overflowing activity. One breath. It’s all that I ask. I find that I need much more solitude to breathe these days. I long to wander, or run alone through paths and along lonely stretches of pasture and forest lined roads.
I feel less alone, oddly enough, when I am alone. I can breathe. I can feel the air inside fill me and I can let everything go with that same breath. When I am amid a crowd of strangers, I can lose myself. But I am entirely found with those who know me. I love these people, they are my beloved. They color and flavor my life with joy. Still. Still. That breath. That single and solitary breath. The space between my life and my dreams, my heart and my soul. One breath.