Regardless of the day before,
we arise at 6 or maybe 7,
and while the world is turned upside down,
masked up, six feet apart and locked down,
I sit with a dedicated community of breathers.
Every morning, Joyce and I,
start the day in a good way,
expanding our lungs, calming our nerves,
finding our centerpoint, getting perspective.
While terror fills the land, infection rates soar,
and thousands pass every day,
this community of Gentle deep breathers
meets in sacred space, our numbers growing,
creating connection, hope, trust,
to air out our fears, sadness, and shock.
Living in paradoxes, while
holding paradoxes in our hands, within our hearts,
knowing that everything’s changing
yet hoping somehow it’s not.
Facing realities, ever adjusting, letting go
adapting, adjusting, accommodating, even accepting unimaginable delays,
cancellations, separations, closures.
I return to expectations, intertwined with memories, imagination and longing.
Daily facing realities, immortalities, vulnerabilities, the latest new uncertainties.
Kicking and screaming inside, I resist life’s insistent terms. I listen, I hear
Don’t hold too tight, lest ye get rope burns.
A calm returns, gathered again, Zoom-ing, alternate nostril breathing, again,
stretching again, this way and that.
Ah, someone new…yay…
Sweet…an old acquaintance has joined us in practice today.
Every day, a new day, full of possibilities.
Spring 2021, what have ye to teach me?
What new shoots will emerge as the sun rises higher?
What possibilities? What options? What choices await us?
Round and round it goes… and… we’re breathing…