We inhale and exhale twenty two thousand times a day but how many of these breaths do we notice? It is the tangible part of our very life force, the force that ignited our experience of experience at the instant of our entry into this world, and it is  continuously taken for granted. 

     But even a little attention to our breath can begin to nudge open the gates of perception and perfection known as gratitude.

     And yet from one moment to the next we face the challenge of distraction. We lose sight. We yield the still small voice  to the loud mouth of one harnessing thought after another. The genie of intent hovers before us asking, “What is your wish, Master?” and most often we default to forgetting.

     But our breath remembers and re-members us.

Click here to read the poem The Forgotten One, see the sculpture, and hear the song.