Life begins with the breath


Change is a concept that we all accept as inevitable in this life. But even though we accept it as a known fact, change is what is most resisted by us all. We become attached to material things and external circumstances. We become attached to control. The fear of losing is what causes us to clench tight to what ever the thing is that life is removing. And more often than not the removal of that thing is required for our growth and transformation. We fear losing control. So we hold our breath, tense our bodies and let our mind run wild in frenzy. We give our control to change and circumstance, not realizing that our control has always been and will always be within us, not in the attachments or situations that we refuse to give up.

Life begins with the breath…..

In our breath we can find strength and peace. I remind myself of this when changes in life rock me and I start to feel my knees buckle beneath the weight of emotions and frustrations. As long as there is breath, there is life in this being. When we stop breathing, we die. The most important thing is to remember to keep breathing. And when life begins to transform, as it always does and will…breathe. When that loved one fades away or a beloved acquaintance dissipates, breathe. When faced with a new opportunity and journey into the unknown, when faced with fear….breathe. Situations and circumstances are all passing experiences. They are temporal, therefore, nothing can last forever especially not pain or sorrow. We are dynamic conductors of a universal energy that manifests itself as life experiences, which can enlighten our beings when we yield to it. Just remember to breathe..

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Write Away…

A few years back my mother told me to write…Even though I heard what she said and agreed, promising that I would….I never picked up the pen with an unrelenting intention to let my words break free from my mental chamber for others to read. But lately I find those words of my mother replaying in my spirit as if a direction being given…
 Taryn, write…make sure you write everything!
I never exactly knew why my mom found it so pressing against her heart to utter those words to me. Maybe it was God delivering a message to me through a familiar face. Now, more than fours years later, I feel compelled to write…But not only that…I feel the strongest urge to share my words with the world or all that will acknowledge. I was once told that I have the ability to heal with my words. And now I am believing in that. I think now I have a story to tell that may help to heal, encourage, and enlighten others as well as myself.
Love, King