The Gift of Breath Each breath, a quiet return to the home beneath our skin. Inhaleânot just air, but presence, permission to begin again. Exhaleâthe weight we no longer need, the ache weâve carried too long. This rhythmâunasked, yet always offeredâteaches us to listen inward, to touch the raw pulse of being. In the stillness between rising and falling, we remember: we are here, we are whole, we are healing. From the breath, a soft becomingâso we may rise, steadied and seen, and offering that same seeing to the world. DR