Breathing in the fog…

I breathe.

I breathe deeply drawing the air of inspiration and connection into my Ground. Into my Center. Into my Chakra’s in turn I drink in the Breath of Life. The candles flicker on the altar. The radio hums it’s hymns to knowledge from National Public Radio and the blogoshpere and internet provide amusement and information and outrage. I sip my coffee and smile to myself.

I contemplate my recent malaise, my ennui, by blahs.

Maybe I need a mojo bag? Or some sexy smart minded and mouthed Satyr to stir me out of complacency? Perhaps I should,,,,

Breathing over takes me, listening not seeking, just being for a while longer, or so my wiser self and the spirits of the world seem to mumble…

And so I breathe….

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