Air

Breathe in, breathe out. It seems such a simple task. We all do it. Even those of us that need help with it do it so that we can live. I am so focused on it right now I can feel every breath I am taking, and now I am thinking how many times I never even notice my breath. I never even seem to realize the miracle of breathing.

Wow I am now thinking about what miracles I’ve seen today. At first the miracles are not so clear, but when I start to focus on the day the miracles emerge. I begin to see the connection to others and how that blooms into so many miracles. Isn’t it that I can only truly experience a day if I allow myself to settle into the day and breathe in all the moments and all the people that I meet during each day?

Isn’t it that I can only see the miracles if I allow myself to respect and honor those around me? I so many times am impressed with the results of the human person’s actions, but not impressed with the person. I can’t see beyond the object of beauty to understand that the person that created it is the real beauty. How detached I am from what is right in life.

I now think of the day and all that it brought to me and hopefully all that I brought to the day. I think of the artisans and the merchants I encountered today at a craft fair. Each brought something different to the event. Each had a different smile and a different laugh. Some had handicrafts of their own to sell and others had crafts made by the hands of another but had the gift of representing that artist in selling the crafts. One is not better than the other, but a complement of the other.

One if my favorite phrases these days is “Don’t forget we all have a different bag of tricks to share.” One is not better than the other, but neither is at its fullest with out the other bag of tricks. One is never complete unless the others in our lives are acknowledged and accepted for their individual gifts.

How simple it is to acknowledge other’s bag of tricks as a wonderful gift from God. How simple it is to acknowledge our own bag of tricks as a wonderful gift of God, but I sometimes forget to honor God and to thank God for such beautiful gifts. I sometimes get caught up in the things that “I think” are missing from my bag of tricks. I tend to forget to breathe in the life that is around me and I sometimes hold my breathe waiting for different gifts to land in my bag because I want the contents of the bag to change according to my will rather than God’s will.

I forget to breathe in and breathe out accepting each moment for what it is. I forget that the air around me is what keeps me alive. I pray that I continue to grow in my acceptance and understanding of living the moment that I am in right now and that I just breathe the air around me every minute that God gives to me and that I never forget the miracle of breathing in and breathing out.

Talk to you again soon,

Eileen