It is there in every breath. We are often too busy, too distracted, too worried, to notice. The pause.
I found it last week. On the straight horizon of the Irish Sea from the back of Dún Laoghaire pier. Where the bright blue winter sky, missing all the wet grey week, met the indigo wind-dappled sea.
I felt it last night in the yoga class I dragged my tired self to on a dreary Dublin night. The prana or life force. The space where breath is gone and before life comes in again. Legs asquat and arms asunder. The mind goes blank, allows the body to go deeper, to take your brain by surprise, stretching farther than self-doubt thinks you can.
It comes every time I board a flight away from Ireland and arrive in
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