Have you not experienced moments where you notice something that was “there all the time” yet you had not previously noticed it? Perhaps a background noise in a song. Perhaps an element in a painting … Whatever it is, this noticing comes with a sense of wonder: “How could I have missed that?” The missing comes when attention is drawn elsewhere or distracted. And what, dear one, might be as close as your breath but you have missed all along whilst your attention was drawn elsewhere? What has been breathing you? What is before and beyond the story of you that you might not have noticed for it blends in so seamlessly with every breath? Here I AM.

You are so very loved.