dear beloved, come close. let me remind you of what your body already knows, but your heart may have forgotten: you are made of breath. not the sharp, startled kind that catches when the phone rings too late at night. not the shallow, worried flutters that live in your throat these days. but the deep, ancient kind. the kind that moved through your ancestors long before you arrived, the kind that has carried every generation of your lineage through every impossible season they
