The breath is where it all begins and where it all ends. It comes naturally some days and others like an unwilling daughter at nap time. It’s where we find our peace and it’s the safest path to our intuition. It’s our first responder when shit hits the fan. The breath both reveals when we’re out of touch and is the way we come back home. It fuels our voice and our fire. It’s our pause and fast forward. It’s the last stop home for the wind and it’s the ocean’s most faithful student; in and out, in and out. It’s reliable and forgiving, there’s always a next one as long as we’re living. The way we get by is breath by breath.
It’s our road map – through birth and through death.