With every breath, I accept a gift from a plant I may never see. Every inhaling action of my lungs, receives oxygen from a plant that may live right outside my window or grew a hundred million years ago. It is all around me, this invisible gift of plants, a gift without which I could not be alive.
How exciting that we can share this moment, these plants and me. They breathe out, I breathe in. We reach across time and distance, and connect in this most intimate way. What was part of them becomes part of me. We are joined by the spark of life that has been present in us both, our link but a molecule in size. Our shared worlds stretch beyond the measurement of dimension and time.
I am sure that when I walk in the woods, I am enveloped by the gifts of the living pines and oaks around me. I can feel that my breathing garden becomes part of me as I walk among the flowers. I am embraced in the constant, swirling cloud of the breath of plants.
Most of the time, however, I may never know which plants have given me this gift that sends me energy and makes me live. I do know that in some discrete moment of time, recent or long ago, some plant freely sent me a gift that I now gratefully accept and make of use. And we are joined.
I love this perspective. . I just know it feels magical to breathe in a garden or the woods. Hadn’t thought where all that oxygen had been produced! It’s been an interesting week+ and it did feel wonderful to have a cold wind this morning to remind you that you are alive. 🙂