Just relax. Prana will flow. This week has been an amazing adventure into the realm of breathing. My most outstanding revelation has been this: When I pay attention and observe my breath, all negativity leaves my mind and body. My back body softens. Everything slows down. Dancing with the Goddess. Not my nurtured tendency to Jitterbug...but, my NATURAL tendency to Waltz. Goddess. All is the Goddess. Yes...
I've seen a lot of death. I've witnessed innumerable 'last breaths'. One thing is common...the slowing, the shallow reduction of inspiration. To share the last breath of someone is sacred. Like a birth...quite. I haven't been hardened by deaths...at all. A last breath is a testimony to the life a person has lived. Holy. Unrepentant. You bet. At that moment, the spirit knows what a carnival mortality is. Whether they've ridden their years on the Ferris Wheel or the Zipper...or a bit of both...the stamp on their hand STILL gets them in...wherever "in" is.
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