tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682222629887487594.post7147069499656359278..comments2023-09-20T07:01:22.404-04:00Comments on Mercy Not Sacrifice: Praise Him With a Dance....Cindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855877179982985307noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682222629887487594.post-85226365639410811372009-12-06T16:14:53.665-05:002009-12-06T16:14:53.665-05:00I've heard it said that we are not breathing.....I've heard it said that we are not breathing...but rather we are being "breathed". If you think about it...at night when we are deep in sleep who is really doing the breathing?<br /><br />I remember when the kids were little...babies...slipping into their rooms quietly (oh god don't wake them up!!!) and watching to see the ever so slight rising and falling of their little chests. Sometimes, touching them to be sure. <br /><br />Just musing...<br /><br />Cindi....Cindihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05855877179982985307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682222629887487594.post-27380631628729821542009-11-29T18:10:03.826-05:002009-11-29T18:10:03.826-05:00Ooh, I didn't know that about the "cool&q...Ooh, I didn't know that about the "cool" of the day. That is just SO beautiful.<br /><br />I think a lot about my breath. Doing meditation I breathe in and out the word "Maranatha." Doing yoga, I breathe into the spaces that are straining, and it somehow seems to help.<br /><br />Good post :)Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01122659239039900398noreply@blogger.com