Life launches with breath. Like a deep sea diver piercing the water’s surface, we emerge with an initial gulp of air. This yearning and receiving marks the start our human unfolding - our last exhalation, its final punctuation. Breathing is fundamental to our existence but usually goes unnoticed, lost in the hum of activity. Our fragile and miraculous lives begin and end with breath - every moment of the journey is stitched with this silvery thread.
Perhaps like most of us, I can overlook what is offered abundantly and value instead what is rare and fleeting. As a swimmer, I tried to maximize my lung capacity to go further and faster but it was cancer that taught me to go deeper. My lungs had filled with fluid, and tumors in my abdomen made every breath a chore. Wrestling for each inhalation, I felt the paradox of abundance and lack. There was more than enough air in the room but there was a scarcity of space in my lungs. I had to relax and focus on breathing out in order to create space to breathe in. I had to let go in order to receive.