The rain pours down, and the wind chimes play their notes.  I sit in the pause, reflect and come back to myself.  What rings inside?

I’m with these words of Ruth Denison:

Breath is the food on which sensations live – on which aliveness lives. When the sensations are fed they come out of their dullness.  It’s not simply the air, it is the force of movement. Breath is the switch that turns on the lights of the sensations. When they come to life, they flicker and shine, just like the stars at night …