03/05/2025
Love this beautiful imagery đź’ś
The first breath is a threshold—a moment of becoming. For months, your body has been the lifeline, the breath, the steady rhythm that whispered life into the tiny being growing within you. Your breath was theirs. Your inhale filled them. Your exhale cradled them.
And then, in an instant, the great shift occurs.
A baby is born, emerging from the warm, weightless world of water into the sharp clarity of air. For a moment, there is stillness. Suspended between realms. And then—the inhale. A rush of spirit, of life, of sovereignty. The lungs unfurl like petals in bloom, filling with the breath that will carry them forward into the world.
This is more than biology. It is a claiming. The first breath is the soul anchoring itself to earth, choosing this life, this path, this beginning. It is the moment where the body fully belongs to itself, no longer sustained by another but sustained by the unseen force that moves through all living things.
And so the great rhythm begins—the inhale and the exhale, the endless cycle of expansion and release. The breath that will carry them through laughter, through weeping, through whispered secrets and shouted joy.
From your breath to theirs. From dependence to sovereignty. From womb to world. The first inhale is the first act of life’s great unfolding. And it is sacred.
