These past few weeks have been all about remembering to breathe.
In. Out. In. Out.
Because I need new air. I need to let go of all of the now stale breaths that I collected over winter and let them flow out into the October rain. I need to cherish the new breaths that come in, roll them around my mouth and lungs, and remember the beauty that each new day brings if I am brave enough to appreciate it.
You see, last month I forgot to breathe. I forgot to let go of old wrongs and I gave into melancholy and bittersweet musings. I gave into panic attacks; short shallow breathing; and days spent worrying over the future so strongly that I forgot the present completely.
This month is about breathing deeply. It is about savouring every moment. And it is about focusing on the present, using my breaths to keep me centred.