Breath animates the clay of our being

Breath animates the clay of our being. It is the lusty cry of the newborn, and the essence of wind, spirit, muse, sound...Everything "breathes." Think of the woods on a spring day, the sussuration of leaves, the rippling grasses, the trembling of dappled light.

~ from THE BOOK OF SYMBOLS, Ami Ronnberg & Kathleen Martin, eds