When I went to New Wine this last week, I wasn’t breathing too well. Breathing is kind of taken for granted, really. You breathe in. You breathe out. You don’t think too much about it. It just happens. Except when every time you breathe sharp pain snakes down your right hand side. There’s nothing like a touch of pleurisy to make you hyper-aware of the effect of breathing. You try to breathe less; to breathe lighter. To take less … Continue reading Breathe.