One of the things I am trying to do is attending to the first waking breath of each day – to notice it, and contemplate it and the ones that follow. I am hopelessly miserable at it. I miss the noticing almost 90% of the time, and I am trying!
I have 55 years of habit to break! A habit of taking for granted the fact that I can breathe and live; a habit of assuming that the air I breathe has sufficient oxygen to do what it needs to do to make my body work; but also, most importantly for me, a habit of failing to dwell in the simple amazement that I get to live, to breathe, to experience, to engage, to think, to grow, to wonder.
I can spend most and sometimes all of the hours in any one day simply not noticing or treasuring the fact that I get to live. I can be alive but not living. Now I am wanting to form a new habit. The habit of noticing. I am trying to cultivate an attitude of amazement. And while I am struggling with attending to the phenomenon of the first conscious breath of each day, when I do, the day that follows seems to have a deeper richness to it. Those days become laced with gratitude.