There is a song waiting for you at the end of this post.
Keep breathing. Deeply. Ready? Exhale. Inhale.
Even as a boy-child, raised about 70 miles from where we are currently on the Oregon coast, I can remember being fascinated by similar signs to this one. Even this journey, this week, to a family gathering, a wedding of a great-great nephew who has gained us another great-great niece, we have criss-crossed this line several times. There is a certain distinction of being half way.
Kind of like breathing.
Exhale...all the way. Push all that air out...................
Most kids, cooped up in a car, way back when, or now, will wonder, "Are we there yet?" Flying into Portland eleven days ago, I checked the time to see how soon we would land. I remember calculating that "we are half way there."
With the constant roar of the ocean just several dozen yards from us now, there has been a fresh fascination with the tides we've now observed for several days. Yesterday this sent us to Googleing how that really works around this globe.
The tide is in. The tide is out.
North Pole. Equator. South Pole
45th Parallels. Follow that around a globe some time.
Breathing. Exhale. 'Til nothing is left in there...........
Then that necessary magical moment.
But do so ever so slowly. Fully.
Til your lungs cannot take in one more ounce of air...........
Then, being half way there. Exhale.
Repeat. Intentionally. Deeply. Often.
Now. Do it again. And again. And again. And.......
Well, you get the idea. I hope. I pray. For you.
We take breathing for granted. At least I do.
Too often I take being thanks-filled for life, even the profound, yet simple act of breathing, for granted. What about you?
As I get ready to head down to the beach and accomplish the (at least) 10,000 steps a day plan for my life, I will not take for granted each step, each breath, each wondrous sight, each feeling of the cool humid breeze on my face, each tug and release of my muscles, each taste of the salty mist as I breathe in, breathe out, inhale, exhale. live to there and back again and into what's next for the two of us this day.
What about you?
No matter where we are, you there, us here, no matter your health, or age, or whatever status you and I may want to claim, we can get our souls moving in the direction of being thanks-filled if we will but breathe in the Spirit of life.
I head for the beach with all this in mind.
As I live and breathe.
May it be the same for you.................................