It’s called breathing
But in the intellectual sense.
Our lives are a series of up and downs.
Hills of highs
Canyons of lows.
You come together for the highs.
Falling apart for the lows
Only to come together again to climb.
Learning that you will let go, again.
In. Out. In. Out.
Each time you heal, you make room for more ‘air’.
Each growing season gives room for joy.
To make room as you exhale for sorrow
To balance for a winter rest.
So next time you hear, breathe.
It all fertilizes our spiritual bodies
It gives us purpose
To awaken more
It’s the gateway to transforming.