One Breath

The air crackles when I step outside the door. The breath catches in my lungs and stings my nose. It is minus 35. Cold even for this part of the world. I don’t want to know what the windchill factor is. My eyes blink to focus in the frigid air. Winter in much of Canada is a harsh teacher this year.

Even in this frozen cold each day I take myself outside the House of Prayer where I am staying for some time of healing and reflection. I stand among the barren trees listening to the winter birds (how do they manage to survive in this bitter beauty?) I watch the deer paw through the snow for a morsel of sustenance. In the early morning sky I see the waning moon, Venus and Jupiter shining bright.

I am reminded in this one brilliant moment that this breath I can see as I blow through pursed lips I share with all life. It is not “my breath”. It is indeed the Breath of Life. I see the deers’ breath as they stop along the path to look back at me. I see the “breath” of the lake as the holes the weekend ice fishers cut begin to freeze over. We share the One Breath. We are of one essence. I now know how strongly, how integrally we are connected. And I breathe my prayer of thanks.

Susan Butler-Jones

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