Growing up, my mom had “a song for every occasion and some for no occasion.” We sang in the bathtub, in the car, in the grocery store, for our great grandmas, and before bed. Some of the songs were silly, some reverent… We each have our own song, written in our very breath, our very body, our coursing blood.

I am grateful for the ability to consistently practice short breathing exercises every day, and I acknowledge that I am slowly brightening, little by little. As I begin to find this within me, I start to see this Bright Light in everyone around me, as my breathing becomes calmer and deeper. As I begin to recognize and understand my breathing, little by little, and day by day, I discover new aspects of myself.