Today I am appreciating how life is so incredibly fragile and wonderfully weird. In spite of all the stresses of urban life, if I take a moment to contemplate the miracle of breath, I can continue on....
Somehow, some of my cellular memories dates back centuries and beyond. When I was young, growing up in a small remote northern town, I was oblivious to the outside world. When I moved to the city in my late teens, I felt out of place. Traffic lights, four lane highways, huge shopping malls, constant noise and passing strangers every day... things many that city-dwellers take for granted, were bizarre to me. My soul belongs in a world where nature is pure and bigger than what humans can build. Our Ancestors lived in tribes or communities and everyone knew everyone else. I was blessed to grow up with a bit of this kind of experience.
Today we are alienated from nature and each other. Yet, the small actions, the small exchanges, the millions of thoughts that go through my head every day, the feelings I allow or don't allow.... all are part of being alive and being human.
I don't want to take any of this for granted. Last night I almost chocked on some food at dinner. It was disconcerting to not be able to breath for a moment. It made me appreciate every inhale and exhale. It reminded me that I can go at any time, all it takes is a few minutes without air. Yet, I don't feel morbid thinking this way. I feel grateful that I am still here and still got some life left in me.
Today I had to deal with getting my winter tires installed, going there in heavy traffic, being told it would take ten hours to get my car back... waiting for a shuttle bus, then being told they don't go to my area and having to rebook my appointment for another day and so on.... We all have these kinds of experiences. I can complain, get stressed or roll with the punches, or....
Or I can stop and take note of the precious moments of beauty and awareness that fall in my lap.
Today I choose to be present to the gift of breath.