Do you think the monarch has moments where he wishes to return to the comfortable solitude of his chrysalis?
Use the breath to keep the heat of the moment from becoming a spark that begins an all-consuming wildfire.
Since the first time I really understood the phrase 'death comes in threes', it's seemed to hold true for me. In 2016, it even decided to multiply itself by two, giving me six solid months of deaths of people close to me, climaxing in April that year (there were still three more to come after) …
How is it that when we return from walking a distance we are not the same person as when we began?