In Each Breath

As I stand here, I can't help but think to myself, "If walls could talk, I would have quite a story to tell." This small house that I am a part of has stood on this street for over a century. With my memory that stretches back through the years, I have seen the comings and goings of so many people.

One day, a young woman arrived, and she immediately began making changes to the interior of the house. She was an artist with a paintbrush, a magician with furniture, and a wizard with appliances. Watching her transform the house was like witnessing a caterpillar turn into a butterfly.

One evening, I heard a soft rustling sound coming from the kitchen. Curious, I leaned in and listened closely, only to hear the rhythmic sound of deep breathing. "What could this be?" I thought. It was then that I noticed the young woman sitting on the kitchen floor, her eyes closed, breathing deeply. She was deep in meditation.

As she breathed, she focused her mind on different aspects of her being - her body, her feelings, her thoughts, and her surroundings. It was like she was embracing the whole house, not just the physical form, but the very essence of what made it a home. The more she breathed, the more I felt like I was part of this process.

After a while, she opened her eyes, and I could see the calmness and serenity in her expression. It was as if she had unlocked a secret garden of peace within herself. She then rose and began preparing dinner, humming to herself while the pots clinked and pans sizzled.

"Let's try something new today," she said. And like a magician conjuring a spell, she created a feast of flavors with her hands, filling the house with the smell of delicious food. It was then that I realized that the young woman had become a vegan chef.

Her cooking became a source of joy and love for her, and it was evident in the way she meticulously chopped vegetables and seasoned the food. As she tasted the final product, she would smile, and I could feel her soul singing with joy.

The young woman continued her routine, and every day, I heard the soft sound of her breathing followed by the gentle tapping of her knife as she prepared her next vegan feast. But her focus was not just on her cooking, but also on her spiritual well-being. She saw the house as a spiritual vessel, and me, the wall, as a partner in her journey.

The more she breathed, the more I felt like I was part of this magical process. It was like she was opening up a secret world to me. It was a world that I had never been privy to before, and it was a world that she had found through mindfulness and cooking.

As the days passed, I grew more and more curious about her practice. So, one day, as she was meditating, I spoke. "Excuse me," I said. "I couldn't help but overhear you. What is it that you're doing?"

The young woman opened her eyes and smiled. "I'm practicing mindfulness meditation," she said. "It helps me connect with myself and the world around me. And cooking vegan food is an extension of that practice."

"Wow," I said. "I had no idea that the walls of this house could be part of such a beautiful journey."

"The walls of this house are more than just a physical structure," she said. "They are imbued with the memories and the energy of the people who have lived here. And through my practice, I am able to tap into that energy and connect with it."