after days of fuss and stir, after being breathed on and pushed along by ant-hill crowds, in a flurry of hurry move shove bruise— to land. here. washed in birdsong. this sweet, small back and forth. held by the tiny, daily rebirth that is morning.
What’s “Remembering Breath” all about?
A daily devotion. A reverence of words remembering elemental kindness.
Short, quiet, thoughtful, easily identifiable “reverences of words” using the title “Remembering Breath” publishing every few days through the summer.
I’d love to hear what is sustaining you these days. What helps you remember breath?