Today there was rain, sweet amazing rain that did not prevent Helen, Amos and I from going grocery shopping. We ran to the store entrance holding our reusable bags over our head.
And with the gift of rain come breaths of cooler air, just enough to let you relax and really breathe deep yourself. I breathed in, and did the food shopping. I breathed out, and took the kids to the library in the afternoon. I breathed in, and watched Helen play barefoot outside after her nap, the tiny leftover wind pushing her long bangs away from her face. I breathed out, and ate dinner and welcomed some friends who are staying with us for a couple days.
I recently read an article written by an Afghanistan Peace Corp volunteer who used these words to help her with clinical depression: “Can I stand this for one more breath? Can I do this for one more breath?”
Can you? Can I? – Katie
Wage peace with your breath.
Breathe in firemen and rubble,
breathe out whole buildings
and flocks of redwing blackbirds.
Breathe in terrorists and breathe out sleeping children
and freshly mown fields.
Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees.
Breathe in the fallen
and breathe out lifelong friendships intact.
Wage peace with your listening:
hearing sirens, pray loud.
Remember your tools:
flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers.
Play music, learn the word for thank you in three languages.
Learn to knit, and make a hat.
Think of chaos as dancing raspberries,
imagine grief as the outbreath of beauty
or the gesture of fish.
Swim for the other side.
Never has the world seemed so fresh and precious.
Have a cup of tea and rejoice.
Act as if armistice has already arrived.
Don’t wait another minute.