Both of these words talk about the breathe–to breathe in, inspire, and to exhale, breathe out.  So when I breathe in, I am able to be inspired.  It’s wonderful that the plants help me with the intake of oxygen.  And I can release my old, used, tiresome beliefs in my exhale and the same graceful plants can use it up.

But my back and forth insane pendelum between entitlement and martyrdom has got to stop.  I choose now a different playing field–beyond right and wrong.  Neither seem to work for me.  There is a racket ball slamming against a small concrete room in my head.  I can let it bounce around as long as necessary–without acting on it.  Every side of the insanity seems like a good idea and then the other side screams it’s rationale. 

So today, I breathe in for inspiration around me and let go of the argument in the exhale.  The truth of love denies the lie of duality, either-or, tit for tat.  Even that well known carpenter from the Middle East came to break open the illusion of tooth-for-tooth.  Praise that truth.