And the breath asked, what will you make of me?

​If you are reading this, you are receiving the greatest gift there is:

Breath.

And I don't know if you know this, but most of us will receive that gift approximately TWENTY ONE THOUSAND more times today once you are done reading this.

Each breath, each one arrives woven within THE spirit of love, asking upon arrival, upon EACH arrival, what will you make of me?

Breath - the spirit of love - is it capable of detesting anything? And if it is, is it possible the one thing it detests is being overlooked?

Taken for granted?

Misused?

We assume breath, but breath arrives with an unassuming sense of urgency. There's so much to be done. So many people who need seen and loved and healed.

Isn't that the lifework of breath? Breath arrives to us not to be collected but shared.

One of the harder things for me to accept about my life - something I often detest about me - is the amount of breath I've collected. The amount of breath I have overlooked and took for granted and misused.

But breath, sweet precious breath, it is the gift of second chances, and more....

It keeps showing up and it keeps asking, what will you make of me? Because it believes you CAN make something of it. And maybe, deep inside, that Spirit wants you to know it NEEDS you to make something of it.

For you and for the world.

Because 21,000 breaths are a lot. They are a lot of love and a lot of possibility and a lot of chances.

Until the chances are gone.

Because breath is the gift of second chances, until it isn't...

Do you hear the sweet whisper?

What will you make of me?

I do.