Art of Breathing

Breathing is an invitation into our body. It is offered every few seconds, again and again, whether we notice it or not. 

Draw a breath right now, and feel how little it respects the wall between the inner and outer worlds we build in our minds. We will eventually discover there is no wall; only habits of thought pretending there is. Our breath continually passes through what has never been two.

Our breath is the one companion that has never left us. A steady presence beneath whatever life brings.

When you look closely, you realize we don't breathe, life breathes, and we are simply where it moves.

My art finds its aliveness when I work from inside that rhythm. A brushstroke rising and falling with my breath rather than my will.

Our breath was the very first thing the world gave us, and it will be the very last thing we give back.