inhale, outhale

she ran through the kitchen where i was frying pancakes on hot cast iron, little girl with blondish-brown ponytail trailing behind her.  she was running, that’s what they do, & as she pumped past the fridge she chanted, “inhale, outhale.  inhale, outhale.  inhale, outhale.”

i stood stunned, stainless steel spatula in hand.  hallelujah wisdom from my 7-girl.

isn’t that just it?

when i’m cramming breakfast into schoolwork into reading time into. . .too much.
inhale, outhale.

when the baby wakes up before i’m finished chopping & the 4-boy is crying as the phone rings.
inhale, outhale.

when again the numbers don’t add to a full account.
inhale, outhale.

when the bad news comes, the sick thickens, the laundry mounts, & you are left alone.
inhale, outhale.

in the words of an ancient, julian of norwich, a mantra i’ve circled around since college:
all shall be well & all shall be well & all manner of thing shall be well.

you’re not alone.
you don’t have to figure it out.
let the fear.stress.anxiety.wash over you.
come back to the Truth.

inhale, outhale.

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