Breath of My Breath exists to bring our attention inward.
Beneath thought. Beneath memory. Beneath story.
Within our depths exists an eternal presence. The Source of creation
And yet, we forget.
Every “I am this” and “I am not that” contracts the infinite into shape.
Over time, these stories become the walls of a house we forgot we built. We begin to mistake the ineffable for the effable. The creator for the creation. Slowly, the sacred gift of being alive gets buried beneath layers of narrative.
Breath of my Breath exists as a mirror.
Its a space to bring our attention back to ourselves. To remember we are beyond the limits of memory, structure and time.
May the breath of life guide you home.
May you remember the wholeness that has always been within you.
And may our eyes meet once again.
I love you.