When was the last time someone took your breath away?
What did it cost you in the end?
When was the last time the natural world took your breath away?
When you caught up with it, what did you gain?
What color is the breath you inhale at this moment?
How does it change as it moves through you and out again?
How did it change you?
If your life force at five were to return, what shape would it take?
What language would it speak?
If your life force at 18 were to return, what shape would it take?
What song would it sing?
At 25? At 50?
When was the last time your breath came as easy as the sea-
rising and falling on a calm day?
What landscapes did you discover?
When was the last time you drew your breaths so deeply
they made your ribs ache and your head pound
so as to remind you how alive you really were
in that moment?