What if I could truly be present with each breath?  Would I just pass out into the next dimension?  Being present is like keeping track of a disappearing act–once you focus on it, it vanishes.  What a joke this time and space thing is!  Whose idea was this anyway?!?!  Probably mine.

It is a cycle: clarity, fear, then peace.  It has been through my darkest hour that my eyes can see in the night of my soul better and better.  The heart thumping reminds me to breathe deeply and avoid those yummy comfort foods that stir up my body like a junkie it is.

Whether night, sunlight, grief, inertia, bliss or crankiness, I claim the entertwining spirit/human blessing in each breath.  Pulling in the Spirit, holding the blessing in my human heart, and releasing the dirty cloud of unknown.  Once the tumult ceases, the water is still, and the Way is clear.