What is Like Breathing?
Written by Deb on May 16th, 2009As a homework assignment for a blogging class I read this article. “What is like breathing to you?” was the question put to the readers of Terry’s blog.
Breathing for me is my farm, my animals, my life in the country, riding my horse…….in the past 5 or 6 weeks I’ve had two really bad days at work. I’ve left being very upset. When I’ve left work upset I fight the city traffic and as I drive I fight to breathe. I just want to get away as quickly as possible. The minutes of my 18 mile commute put space between me and work and as I get closer to my farm I start to be able to take deeper breaths. I think to myself I’m almost home, I’ll be okay, I can relax and breathe again. I feel the tension in my shoulders start to fade. I turn onto my road and my breathing is easier, the tears are gone. I see my horses and mini donkeys in the pasture and work becomes a distant memory. I feel my blood pressure going down. I go to the fence and rub my horse’s neck and feel his warm breath on my face, I’m home…….I can breathe, I am at peace.
Nick
Hi Deb, thanks for the link, and I’m honored that your blogging class chose my post “It’s Like Breathing”. It’s wonderful that you can “escape” and breathe just by driving home. All the best and thanks again.
Terry
(PS: I also hope things get better at work for you!)
Terry — thank you for taking the time to read my blog post. Hopefully I’ll zen out at the farm enough this weekend that work won’t bother me this week (it’s the office politics not the patients that get to me).
Deb
The conversation between Terry and Chris was such a good example of how relationships inspire and challenge bloggers, how could I not add it to the class reading list?
Deb, This is very well written and something I can relate well to. I don’t commute to the city for work like you do (I work at home). But I have errand days when I have to spend most of the day in the big city of Denver, surrounded by traffic congestion, smog and crabby people. I’m always anxious to get back to the peaceful, safe haven of my mountain home where I can breathe again.
Thank you, Viki. Yes, you obviously do understand how I feel about my home on my farm. I waited 25 years for this place and now it’s like I never lived in the city.
I can relate. I miss living in the country. There is nothing like it
Anita
It is living in the country but I think it is even more than the country. It is the haven that you have created for your family of humans and animals. It sounds like the breathing is in the creation, nurturing and savoring of this haven you have created.
YES!!
Hi Deb, I enjoyed reading your post. You convey the sense of the sanctuary you find in your home and family well. Makes me nostalgic!
cheers!
pete
Thanks, Pete. We really love it out here. Tonight I was riding my horse bareback as the sun started setting, so peaceful.
Hi Deb.
I read this and my own breathing slowed and deepened. I think Bean has nailed it in her comment — you have a connectivity to your home because you have put so much of you into creating it. I know how you feel.
Our house sits on a half-acre corner lot in a 60-year-old development of just four country roads crisscrossing. Folks drive back here only if it’s their destination — the short roads in, dead-end.
But our home sits nestled among old trees, lovingly created perennial beds in front side and back, giving it a bit of a foresty-feel in the summer. From anywhere I sit on the inside, I look through large windows (little panes)and see trees, other homes off a ways. It’s cozy. It invites me and embraces me. I want to move, but I want to take my “home” with me.
This is a beautiful post!
Barb
Thank you, Barb. Your place sounds like it is a sanctuary for you as well.