Breathe

Espen and I went for a walk the other day at one of the local parks to where we’d found a really cool bridge on an earlier bike ride.  I’m constantly cruising past areas to check the colors these days, just in case a picture is waiting.  Though the colors remained green, we had a lot of fun dropping leaves off the bridge and watching them appear magically on the other side.  There’s been a lot of those magical moments lately, like when Espen discovered gravity.  Sometimes I feel like I let life loose its sense of mystery, and I get swallowed in the atmosphere of labeling, categorizing, counting digits, and simply objectifying all of my experience.  It’s times like that when I realize I usually need to slow down and breathe.  For instance, I started rock climbing on a very consistent basis again (for which my arms have suffered severely!).  Every time I’m in the midst of a climb I or my good friend have to remind me to breathe.  Yeah, breathe.  Funny, huh.  Seems like something you don’t have to think about…you usually don’t.  But I forgot for a moment, and needed to be reminded.  I guess watching Espen’s eyes widen in curiosity and wonder reminds me of that experience in rock climbing.  That I need to breathe.  Enjoy life.  Breathe.  Watch the leaves float by.  Breathe.  Put my head on the couch when I’m tired and close my eyes.  Breathe.  Breathe…