Breath. I take it for granted. Don't give it much thought. Until I should have.
If I could just stop. Take a deep breath. Listen. Then, when I'm good and ready, speak.
Walking out to the barn in the mist, through the mud and water, with 12 students, I didn't breathe.
When the sheep got out and the children were chasing them, I didn't breathe.
With the sheep back safely in their pen I breathed. And called the children (and the grown ups) together.
With breath, I realized that I was embarrassed. Apologizing to kids and grown ups is humbling.
I wish I could go to confession. And be done with these feelings.