The beauty of a breath

warm, solid, real
my hand rests
where my breath rises

so I can feel
from within
and without

this traveling miracle
this commonplace motion
this essential
unconscious
life-giving
rise and fall

the beauty of a breath
anchoring me
to myself
to this Place
to this life
again

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Tracie Nichols writes poetry and facilitates group writing experiences from under the wide reach of two old Sycamore trees in southeastern Pennsylvania. She is the co-founder of the Embodied Writers writing group and a Transformative Language Artist helping women write themselves home. You can find Tracie on her website.

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