Grieving is being
at the bottom
of quicksand
trying to claw
my way up —
because I need to breathe
When you died, my
breath left with you
my lungs, my life —
filled with half-breaths
I’m thankful for your life
is all that gets me through
—Terri Guillemets
The wisest one-word sentence? Breathe.
—Terri Guillemets
Clutter smothers. Simplicity breathes.
—Terri Guillemets
Breathe in so much gratitude that there’s no room for fear.
—Terri Guillemets
Focus on the simple, good things in life and breathe your way through the minor struggles.
—Terri Guillemets