All afternoon, as I trudged through a very tired day, I found myself sighing. It occurred to me that sighs are actually interesting. Even though a sigh is half inhale and half exhale, it's different that deep breathing or the inhale/exhale of meditation. When I sigh, at the moment inhale becomes exhale, I make a sound as I push out the breath, or even murmur, "Oh, my."
That sigh wants to be heard. It's a signal: I'm tired and oppressed with how much I have to do, or how little the world is rewarding me, how much I have to resign myself to. Even when I sigh when I'm alone, it's my way of asking the world for a metaphorical hug, a comforting pat on the back, at least an acknowledgement that poor pitiful me is in need of sympathy.
Saying all that has made me sigh. It was a deep one, and long; I managed to release some of the tension in my chest and that feels great. Of course, I know the tension will be back but I'll deal with it. I can always sigh again.
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