In and Out
Pneuma, breath, this thing which which we claw so hard for in the beginning and give up so unwillingly in the end - we forget it. It comes and goes in rhythm - rhythm with our heart. Rhythm with other hearts. It catches with hiccups both physically and metaphorically and pauses with our spirit when the soul is winded and can’t speak, only groan. Between these moments, we forget. It’s with breath we speak truths to one another, we press our spirits together with lips, and never stop to marvel at how our breath, our souls, keep us alive - but also those around us. Breath intertwined with breath.