Breathe out. All the way. More.
How does that feel?
I've heard it said that our purpose is to exhale. Just before we draw breath again, we are at a peak. At that turning point, imagination is blank, all else has been yielded up, and all we have left is to draw breath.
I suggest a practice of exhaling deeply.
The millisecond just at the end of exhaling is a moment of despair. When we despair, we have heaved all hopes away. And that does not seem like a good thing, especially if you've felt despair lasting longer than a breath. But when we despair, we also let go of fixed ideas and pre-judgments that had shaped our hopes, and we make room to draw in new ways to live, unchoked by those fixed ideas and pre-judgments.
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