When I’m stressed (and let’s be honest that’s typically all day every day), without realizing it my breath thins, while my thinking-and-doing hurtle on.
Invitations to pause and breathe patiently wait for me to accept. I swat them away like they’re speed bumps in some rainbow video game, blocking my path, fixated on getting to the pot of gold at the end.
But we all know the truth about the pot at the end. And next time, I will stop. Actually pause, even for one mindful breath. Because these spirit-infused pauses are the only gold that’s real.
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