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The sun was setting, and I was getting my pages done, as I usually do. The evening stars were getting ready to climb into their places, and the stage was set for another story to pour in from the universe.

I noticed, while outlining and imagining the scene that I felt a little uneasy between the word sprints and sipping water for hydration and health. I was trying to write, but I began to notice a sporadic pattern to my breathing.

I’d take a breath then stop. Breathe some more then stop. Write a few more words then breathe again and stop. Everything was out of rhythm.

I didn’t believe this was a problem, but I noticed my words were irritable and my characters out of synch. The universe inside and outside of me seemed imbalanced.

I remembered what I’d learned about breathing from a blog post or some book from a guru of gurus. Relax your facial muscles then breathe down into the lungs then up and out along the spine.

I was calm, again, and the words flowed easy.

Photo by: Ben Shanks