The notion of receiving your next breath opens up for me the notion of there being separation between human me and breathing, and there is none. Human I and receiving my breath are one. I breathe. I can control it, at least briefly, but for the most part human I breathes, no separation. I think of my mind as the hub of my cognitive abilities. There have been times I have abandoned my mind and let emotions overrun my mind. When my father died, I let go into my sobbing and it felt very good and I felt cleansed and relieved. What helps me listen to the space is discovering that such listening is worth doing, the space is the Source, it's peaceful and awesome -- it makes the awesomeness of the space of the Grand Canyon pale.
On Dec 1, 2023 David Doane wrote :