Thread by @SoliPhilander

@RobynPorteous The blessing of breath. That automatic action without which we would be nought, but on which we seldom spend a thought. So we wallow in our breath's shallows, we stutter and sputter, and instead of breathing deep when the going gets steep, we block our airflow or neglect to

@RobynPorteous go slow, so that at times we over-ventilate when we most need to oxygenate, or under-inflate as opposed to making our lungs dilate, and we miss the connection between coping with what we have to face, and breathing at a steady, abdomen-based pace.

Allow me also to mention,

@RobynPorteous that if you give breathing intention, if you give the flow of air meaning, whether just thinking of it as clearing and cleaning, or echoing some deeper, philosophical notion, of the ebb and flow of life's motion, it somehow enhances, invigorates and intensifies, this seemingly

@RobynPorteous automatic enterprise, and makes you realise, that even though the in-and-out might seem pedantic, there is space for an almost romantic interpretation of the rising and falling, the flowing and stalling, the answering and calling, this basic human need,

@RobynPorteous this fundamental, justifiable greed.

Thinking about it, it's how we are connected, without consent selected, to belong, to be part of the one, as there is no new air under the sun, but that which is circulated, the same air that our forebearers' lungs inflated, that our

@RobynPorteous children's children will inspire, will and would have kindled every fire, that have and will sustain and maintain, every little leaf and grain, sharing the same atoms and particles, the building-blocks about which are written many articles, but suffice to say, if you're looking

@RobynPorteous for a way that explains how we are blessed, and distracted when we're stressed, look no further than the patterns of our breath, our own unique rhythm separating life and death.

Breathe deep

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