Breathing is a path to gratitude. Gratitude transforms the act of writing into something sacred. When I sit, pen in hand, and allow myself to feel thankful—thankful for this moment, for the chance to write—it changes how I see the world. Gratitude clears away the noise, sharpening my focus on the subtle, fleeting beauty around me.
It’s in these moments I notice life unfolding. A hawk swooping into the street, squirrels scattering in a chaotic dance of survival. A little girl jumping cracks in the sidewalk, her mother joining her, their shared laughter turning an ordinary day into something extraordinary. Breathing allows me to witness these stories the way my soul sees them, writing them as my heart captures them.
In these moments, I feel a deep, quiet peace. Writing becomes more than expression—it’s collaboration. I’m not just working with the world; the world is working through me.