There's a lot to be said about breathing. We take it for granted at times - hell we don't even have to think about it and it happens.

We type, chop wood, replaster the ceiling for the third time and throughout it all - we're breathing.

I guess that's why the teachers, the yogis ask us to focus on it. Feel it - in and out. It reminds us that it is happening now and now is where we should be.

Lovely poem, Thom!