I just found a note from several years ago on my phone. It said:
I woke up feeling raw this morning. As I meandered toward the kitchen, I began wishing. Wishing for salvation. Wishing for a miracle hand to come down and…
Coffee? Do I smell coffee?
I’d completely forgotten that I’d taken the time to set things up the night before so fresh brew would greet me upon rising. Before pouring the first cup, I breathed in that deliciousness, filling my lungs and my belly.
Just like that, my wish for salvation was granted.
And the miracle I’d been waiting for was my own breath.
I came across these words at the end of a hard day. Wow—past me was showing up to take care of today’s me yet again! She reminded me of a simple truth: you don’t need to be at your best to take care of yourself. Return to your breath; it’s where all things begin.
The path you’ve walked, the experiences you’ve had, the work you’ve done to come this far—it’’s all coffee you prepped the night before. Let it surprise you, wake you up, and ground you in deep comfort.
Breathe it in—that’s my wish for you this weekend.
You are your own salvation.