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When my mother was dying, I sat with her, looking at the distant mountains. For each of her breaths, I focused on a specific tree. So many dying breaths! So many trees! After a hundred or more, I gave up. When the last few breaths came, I was there, but not counting.

Vanessa Machado de Oliveira asks, "What would you like your remaining breaths to move in the planet-metabolism you are part of?" She means these breaths, now. Good meditation for this day.