The word Spirit, comes from the Latin spirare which means breathe. When I have time to sit quietly, or to write, to tap into my spirit, I feel like I can once again breathe. When I let the world fold over myself, engulfing all the energy I have, the way the world likes to do… I can’t breathe.
The sun helps me to breathe.
Wine helps me breathe.
Running.
Dancing.
Laughing.
Loving.
They all help me to breathe.
Without them… these few moments snatched back from the jaws of the greedy world ~ I would surely suffocate.
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