Observations on the Human Condition 5

We Love to Breath

We take time to observe our breath on cold days. When we see it it reminds us that we are an organism that walks and talks and lives – quite a long while. And on the edge of sleep we can hear ourselves breathing – and when making love. Sometimes when we are frightened our own breathing increases our fear and then wound around our own dilemma we forget about the dream of breathing. The clock chases our breath: remember the rhythm set by our lungs. Shadowy nights in the woods remind us that the moon is breathing with us – there in all of it’s yellow, flat glory – quiet, calm, and affective in us.