Random thought

Breath connects me to my body. Whether my mind wanders or not, it is here. Whether I am or not. We wait our entire existence to find people who will talk to our souls, our whole beings. Where we simply feel good in their presence. A teacher that doesn't make us feel weird, odd, or out of place. We search for people who are willing to transmit their whole being, not just disseminate information. People who will pray and sing with us. They give us practice so we can continue to teach ourselves about that goodness in their absence. Something that becomes central to our lives...and then they'll never leave us