“Sit still and breathe soul.” – megg
I’ve been really playing with this sentence ever since I wrote it. I’ve been whispering it aloud, letting it fall where it may, and mulling it over in my journal.
I am such a seeker by nature that the concept of breathing soul instead of actively looking for answers brings both relief and dark fears.
Sitting still brings up memories of sitting uncomfortably on a cushion, trying to simultaneously quiet my mind and ignore/ will away the itch that always finds my face.
But to sit still and breathe soul conjures up shivers of anticipation. I wonder what my song will bring up out of the ancient deep. Breathing soul allows my wildness as much time as it needs to flesh out the bones of what I have learned. Breathing soul means that don’t have to remain still – I can dance or howl or cry or curl up or run or walk – whatever the song compels me to do.
Breathing soul is sacred connection to yourSelf.
…and it doesn’t get any better than that.