So for the purposes of my own observations, today I am focusing on...well, on me! I'm doing an exercise in stream of consciousness writing. You've been warned! I write every bit as tediously as M. Honore de Balzac, though, obviously, without his charming, eccentric characters.
As I breathe in and out slowly, I am aware that my breathing is a bit congested. My neck and back are a bit sore. I smell my pumpkin spice coffee and wonder why none of the coffee I've had lately tastes as good as it smells. Oops...back to me.
Sit up straight, relax. Breathe in. Breathe out. We can't survive for more than 3 minutes without air. I feel the air filling my lungs. Oxygen (and a teeny bit of nitrogen) is absorbed by my lungs alveoli which push this life-giving oxygen into my bloodstream. It's amazing how God created this planet for carbon-based life forms. Our bodies are factories which take raw materials like carbons (in the form of foods) and oxygen from the air and break it down into molecules to be absorbed by the body to produce energy.
But, I'm supposed to be calming my mind, not getting all excited over the miracle of life. Breathe in slowly, exhale slowly.
I push aside thoughts of everything that has happened in the past few days or things on my radar for the near future; new job, new schedule, projects and papers which are due next week, reading assignments which must be completed...
Breathe in....I'm grateful for a new life.
Breathe out...I want to share my joy with others.
Breathe in....Be still.
Breathe out...Focus on the air leaving my lungs.
Breathe in...If I can be still long enough, maybe I can hear God whispering.
Breathe out... Maybe I can hear what my body has been trying to tell me, like 'I need protein or good shoes or a warmer sweater.'
Breathe in....I AM GRATEFUL!
Breathe out... I'm thankful for so much.
Breathe in... Shhhhhh!
Breathe out... It's time to be quiet and listen.
Breathe in... my pulse is slowing.
Breathe out...
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