Breathe ...

I've decided it's time for me to come out and declare my humanness - my need to breathe, and to do so deeply.

About 2 years ago I started a new job and discovered about 6 months into it that I had stopped taking breaths, at least in the proper sense. I was only shallowly taking in small bits of outside air, as though I could survive without it. I began to understand that perhaps, in the metaphoric sense, this is how I exist.

Maybe I think I don't need help to do this thing called life?
Maybe I'm super-human and can do it all alone?

By breathing in and out, I am acknowledging my utter need for help - even Divine help.

My friend Andi once spent a week in a Benedictine monastary and he told me he was given breathing lessons. He said that it was wildly intoxicating to realize that such a divine thing like the breathe of God was entrusted to - and blown into us, as humans. We should care deeply for such gift.

So I am on a journey. I'm learning that maybe to be able to breathe more of God, He would like me to be more vulnerable, to inhale and exhale, and to just be human.

This blog is about learning to breathe.