There is a grace in life that can be trusted. In our struggle toward freedom we are neither abandoned nor alone.
~ from MY GRANDFATHER’S BLESSINGS by Rachel Naomi Remen
Breath animates the clay of our being. It is the lusty cry of the newborn, and the essence of wind, spirit, muse, sound...Everything "breathes." Think of the woods on a spring day, the sussuration of leaves, the rippling grasses, the trembling of dappled light.