Remembering to Breathe

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Remembering to Breathe

Have you had a hard day? Are your shoulders full of tension?

Does your eye twitch? If so, I have a prescription for you.

To relieve yourself of the world’s ills, you could spend thirty minutes meditating or practicing yoga, and that would be good. Or, you could spend the same amount of time in a garden. A few moments spent weeding, deadheading, or simply sitting and having a cup of coffee, is probably the closest any of us comes to heaven on Earth. If you don’t have a garden, don’t despair. Simply stop on your way home at a public botanic garden or arboretum, sit on a bench and just “be.”


Our generation is wired like never before. From the moment we get up in the morning until we lay our heads on our pillows at night, we are surrounded by technology. While scientists still debate the effect this has on the human psyche, we can all feel our minds and bodies begging for some serious down time. Computers, smartphones and the Internet are supposed to make our lives easier, but sometimes, I wonder if we’re in a race to keep up with our gadgets. I love my iPhone and my laptop, but unless I’m waiting on an important call, I often leave both inside when I walk out my back door. Who needs ringtones when you can have birdsong instead?


Walk the pathways while touching leaves and flowers as your pass by. Breathe deeply and remember, at your core, you are a spiritual being and so much more than one more deadline. Your blood pressure will go down, and if you do a bit of weeding while outside, you’ll also burn a few calories. Grab a spade, or a weeder and kneel next to the bed or border spending some quality time breathing in the scents of roses and lavender, soil and sun. I swear sunshine has its own distinct scent just as rain does. Crumble the soil beneath your fingers. Notice the warm rocks lining the beds or pathways. Sit and turn your face toward the sun and drink in how good it feels to be alive.

All around you, the garden hums with the sound of life. Frogs croak, bees buzz, and birds sing sweet lullabies to their babies. Why not join them? The garden awaits.