That moment, when the air is taken from us seems to last an endless forever. Our minds and emotions seize up in a sort of shock as we grapple to understand the enormity of the moment. A whole slew of physiological effects set in...pupils dilating, heart rate increasing, fingertips and lips going slightly numb, slightly tingling, goosebumps hitting at times, sweating occurring at others, stomach twisting and pitching, laughter bursting from us in a glorious ripple of smiling notes, or gut wrenching sobs the next sound we're capable of making.
Most of the time when this happens, we are forever changed. Uplifted at times, devastated at others. It's one of those very pure moments when everything narrows down to a literal pinpoint of focus. From that one breath suspended, to that next moment when we finally inhale again, the world changes. We change. A remarkable shift occurs.
It's a curious thing, how everything can change in such a blinding, rapid manner. It can happen in a fleeting rush, barreling upon us in a wild, dramatic swirl. Or it can slip through and brush softly as a whisper. Regardless of the delivery, it is profound and dramatic.
We experience it from the hands of another....from the words of another. Or from our own initiative. Sometimes it is a moment in Nature. Or a song lyric. A fragrance that teases the heart and the memory. A touch so sincere that we cannot resist it. And we are undone. Unraveled, or conversely, wound so tightly, so quickly, that we must shatter into a million pieces of delight or maddened grief.
Peace walks these same halls. As does love. They both grab the breath from us, lifting up and embracing us in an inestimable manner.
What do you do when you can't breathe? You endure it. Or you celebrate it. You continue to live, accepting that infinitesimal moment that has shifted everything that you are into a new person. And you are born anew, taking fumbling steps, uncertain on wobbly knees and feet. Pared down to your elemental self, vulnerable, naked and alone, and seeing the world through brand new eyes.
What do you do when you can't breathe and the cold vapor of that crashing moment stuns you? You momentarily become a creature of ice, shards of silvered frost entwining throughout your very cells, turning you crystalline. Waiting for a touch to warm and melt you back to humanity.
Waiting for a touch to enfold. To stutter-start your breath again.
There in an indefinable space that simultaneously lasts both a nanosecond and a limitless, echoing eternity...what do you do? You feel. Simply that.
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