Fire
Fiery breath. Fiery breathing. Our breathing is at
its base a sensually precious erotic flame. Issuing forth from our hearth—our
heart.
How do you breathe the world?
As you prepare to meet even yourself as morning awakening? What do you
say? Do you heave a sigh? Smile and snort? Jump up and down and bellow
your lungs in some callisthenic exercise? You’ve been breathing
dreamily. Now you are awakening. Notice how you breathe.
For your breathing you take to the forge.
Words come. What are your words? Of first greeting? Of looking at your
own self in the mirror? Of meeting your lover? Your children? When you
enter the work place, how does your breathing express you?
You know the breathing of tenseness. Of anxiety. Fear.
Of being late. Of disappointing someone. Holding your breath! …
What is the breath of your “just being me”?
Of moving through the day? Your morning, afternoon, evening vocabulary?
What changes, if anything, when you come home or meet your beloved?
“Whenever I see you, you take my breath away!” (Aw,
shucks!)
Once your work on this, how does your beloved
breathe? How do you know your beloved through his/her breathing? How
does your beloved breathe through all the phases of the day? When you
come together, what makes for harmony or discord? What makes your relationship
windy, a storm, a tornado? How and when does your communal breathing
roar, either into a maelstrom of hating breaths or into the common pleasuring
of a cool breeze at a sizzling summer day’s end?
Continue—Fire
