Breath of Spring, by Guest Contributor Nancy MacPhee Bower

Breath is my teacher, at this time, in a very big way. She is always with me…however, I am not always aware of her.

She popped in the other day when I stepped out my door and smelled the spring air. “The breath of spring” were the words that came…I knew it was Breath, my teacher, saying “here I am”!!!

What have I been learning about breath? Thich Nhat Han…