As fish swims beneath the waters surface, living in a world separate from us, we too exist in our own sea. A sea of molecules that keeps our fragile bodies alive within the delicate balance of breathable air. Our ever present companion caresses us more intimately than any lover ever can both within and without. From a subtle breeze dancing across our skin to an inhale brought deeply into our lungs, we often overlook our most constant company. This week we will focus on being conscious of its presence and acknowledge it's importance in our lives.
This week I will set an intention of mindfulness on my breath and the air that is necessary for me to persist by taking the following steps:
I will notice the airs caress on my skin while walking, or a breeze through an open window. In that moment I will pause and pay close attention the the sensations on my skin as my hairs tickle my neck or my clothes rustle. Taking three deep breaths within that moment, pausing at either side of inhalation and exhalation, I will feel both the fullness and the void that is present within me. This flow is a constant within my life, as the ocean tides ebb and flow, so too by breath is a tide, with waves of air crashing in and out of my lungs rushing in and out of my mouth and nostrils like an ever present wave.
This week I will acknowledge my breath upon waking, taking a moment to notice the deepness of it before I move, making note of its steadiness and rhythm. I will be thankful for the new day I am blessed with and be joyful in the fact that I have a new opportunity to share my breath with the world in the form of spoken word. Using breath to shape my thoughts into words, I will recognize that air gives me a voice and enables me to express myself. A channel through which I bring my inner world into contact with my outer world via my words which take flight through the air like songbirds in the early morning. I will recognize that we all share air as a common factor and use this similarity to bring myself closer to those I may have perceived as different.
This week I will listen to the songs of the air, whether in wind rustling leaves, a eerie howling gale at night or through its action on a chime. I will listen to the secrets it whispers in hushed tones and remember that my confidant is always with me, if I just pause to listen. I know the air is my playful yet capricious companion. Ever eager to play hide and seek, always just out of sight, but there nonetheless. So too will I be present in the existence of air and it's effects on my life, it's nourishing presence a gift. I will give thanks for the ways it supports me and while holding this thought be more present throughout my day.