Thoughts

Respire

Nearly nine years ago, when I was in Snowden, one thing I remember most vividly are the moments when I found my breath.  After four hours of intense group therapy, we would break for lunch.  The time it took to walk to the on-site cafeteria was brief but enough of a space to reflect, internally regroup.

I would feel tired, bruised, but my chest & my shoulders always felt weightless.  You never realize how much emotion weighs until you’re forced to process it & let it go.  With this new absence, breathing seemed like a novel thing, like initially discovering your heart beats or that your eyes see without you thinking about it.  Breathe in, breathe out & smile at the sudden joy of the act.

In the years since, I’ve rediscovered this feeling in both odd & intentional ways.  Like leaving a yoga class & feeling my throat & lungs could hold the sky.  Or waking up from a restful sleep & not only being highly aware of the small details around me (a spider on the window, a car starting two driveways away, the cast of the shadow on the floor) but following each fine reaction of my senses.

I stumbled on one of these moments when I left my therapist’s office for the last time this past week.  I drove home playing Avalanche.  I felt as if light or energy was coming off of everything: out of the colors of the sky, off of the people leaning out of their car windows, from the trash in the road, the collapsed hay bales in the field.  I took a breath to sing the last lines of the song & felt something constant & quick bloom in my diaphragm.

I opened my mouth & sang “I’m just a boat on the ocean; I’m just a ship lost at sea.”  Sad words, but the force of my voice came from every part of my body.  I sang the line again & felt as if my voice, my pulse, my spirit was in tune with the order of the world.

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