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I sit on the brink of life happening, where life imagining and life in action cross at a still moment, the inward breath. No more sitting but standing now and cheering and writing the top of the morning off the top of my head and rejoicing for the sun and clouds did rise, and the moon always follows. The inward breath is the potential outward, or is this out of touch? Be in the moment is the decree, the call, the technique! Be in the moment and grace...