A Shared Practice: Valley to Valley, Breath to Breath
On Saturday evening, as dusk begins to fall, step outside or find a quiet place by a window.
Stand still. Breathe deep.
And then whisper aloud—if you are able:
“These bones are not forgotten.”
Look out toward whatever horizon you can see, and remember—
others are breathing with you.
Others are naming what has been lost.
Others are listening for the wind to stir.
You might want to write down what you’re carrying.
Or light a small candle as a way of saying:
There is still something alive in me.
There is still breath to come.
If it feels right, share an image of your candle, your dusk, or your prayer with someone else walking this journey.
Or hold it in your heart as a quiet connection—
from valley to valley, breath to breath.
Saturday: Breathe, Spirit, Breathe
Ezekiel 37:9 — “Then he said to me, ‘Prophesy to the breath… say to it, “Come, breath, from the four winds and breathe into these slain, that they may live.”’”
Sacred Invitation
The bones are together.
The body is formed.
But without breath, there is no life.
This is the day we call to the wind.
Not with desperation, but with trust.
The Spirit is not far off.
She is already moving.
We do not have to conjure breath.
We only have to make space for it.
Daily Reflection
You’ve done the work of naming the ache.
You’ve stood in the silence, felt the fragments, watched what has begun to form.
Now you reach for something beyond your own strength.
It’s not performance.
It’s surrender.
God tells Ezekiel to speak to the breath—
to invite the Spirit into what has been re-formed.
To trust that life comes not by force,
but by the sacred inhalation of grace.
Can you ask for breath again?
Not because you feel ready.
But because something in you longs to live.
This is the turning.
Not a full sprint into joy—
but a quiet yes to the breath that remakes us.
Somatic Practice: Breath from the Four Winds
Sit or stand in a posture of openness—shoulders soft, chest lifted, hands unclenched.
Close your eyes and breathe deeply.
Inhale slowly through your nose.
Exhale through your mouth.
Repeat this rhythm for several rounds.
As you breathe, imagine the Spirit coming from the four winds—east, west, north, south—
moving gently toward you.
Filling you.
Steadying you.
When you're ready, whisper:
“Come, breath of God.
Fill what has been empty.
Let me live again.”
Stay here as long as needed.
Let the breath do its work.
Closing Prayer
Breath of God,
Come from the four winds.
Fill what has been still.
Mend what has been motionless.
Move through me—not in rush, but in truth.
Let your Spirit stir my bones to life.
And teach me to breathe again.
Amen.
