Understandably, we need to breathe to live. However, many years ago I had gotten very upset about something. My friend said, “Breathe.” What? She told me to breathe, again. I didn’t understand. She then told me that I stop breathing when I’m upset. I didn’t realize that was something I do, and still do. So, since it’s important to keep breathing, I try to remember that as I’m cursing at the driver in front of me who has almost hit me while cutting in front of me.
My favorite place to breathe is while I’m in front of the ocean (or the Gulf). The top picture is from the west coast of Florida. I spent a long weekend there this year, attending the marriage (on the beach) of my nephew. It was wonderful.