It feels a great luxury to fully breathe in
deeply
to step outside, the morning still dark
light provided from the damp piling
of snow
reflecting I guess, the colour
of the
sky
current precipitation spits like rain
but the air feels fresh,
so I breathe it in, as best I can
while the dog,
has her pee
since having covid at Christmas, a maddening lingering
of sinusitis
has been causing me great grief
(that and January, I suppose)
rarely able to breathe through my nose properly
making it difficult to eat, and to
sleep
and really, to do much of anything
mouth always dry
conscious that this nose-blocked voice
makes me sound, in this virus laden climate
like I belong
on leper island
sometimes, I will thrash around at night
while propped up on pillows
in frustrating fury and dramatic
resignation
in a child-like moan of
‘ohhh-uh, why can I not breathe like a normal person’
before somehow, mercifully once again
drifting back to sleep
the comfort of my husband beside me
arm draped across my ribs
its own kind of weighted blanket
of relief
love you see…
anyway, the air, as I was saying
and the very real blessing
of noticing
the first freshness of a day
the opening
sentences
the slow drawing back of the curtain
stirrings in the orchestra, tunings and such
the small peeps from the juncos
a chickadee
and the trees
gently
breathing
free
l-o-o-o-n-n-n-g-g-g
slow
deep
inhale
hold
hold
hold
slow… slow… sloooooow…
release
recognizing even just
the first few moments
of this
notice
kindness
love
make it
a joy
to begin ♥