Each dawn, Martha sat beneath a tree, her focus on the rise and fall of her breath.
One day, a feather floated down, landing on her lap. She held it to her lips. A gentle exhale made it dance in the air, then it settled back down during her inhale.
Every day, with the feather as her guide, she felt the rhythm of life: a simple dance of inhale and exhale, of being present in the moment.
Vires in Numeris 