Something in the Breath
There’s something in the breath. Something as tender as a whisper in the morning light. Something as heavy as a goodbye at sunset. Something that carries dreams and lets go of old weight.
Nancy Potts
6/4/20252 min read
Just like the haunting pull of “Something in the Orange”—the bittersweet ballad that speaks of longing, endings, and unspoken hope—there is something unspoken that happens in the breath. Something powerful. Something freeing.
We carry so much in our bodies—grief, fear, love, regret, ambition. These things live in our lungs and in our chests like ghosts with nowhere to go. They sit in the spaces between heartbeats. And we don’t even realize it, not really. Until we pause. Until we breathe.
Letting Go Begins in the Breath
Every breath we take is a moment of transformation. Inhale: you invite in possibility. Exhale: you release what no longer serves you. This is the rhythm of change. This is the pulse of healing.
Breathwork teaches us that letting go isn’t a grand, sweeping act. It’s quiet. It’s subtle. It happens slowly, with each conscious breath. And when we learn to sit with our breath, we learn to sit with our truth.
Sometimes letting go doesn’t mean forgetting or moving on. Sometimes it means forgiving ourselves for holding on too long. It means breathing through the ache and trusting that release is not the end, but the beginning.
The Sun Knows Something We Don’t
Have you ever watched the sun rise after a long night of tears? Or witnessed a sunset that felt like closure? There’s something in the orange glow that mirrors the breath—something ancient, something tender.
Sunrises are a promise: you get to try again. You get to chase the thing you’ve been afraid of. The dream that scares you because it matters so much. The dream that feels too big, too fragile. But there’s something in the breath—and in the dawn—that tells you: you’re ready.
And sunsets? They are gentle farewells. They remind us that endings can be beautiful. That we are allowed to change. That we don’t have to carry everything with us. Some things can stay in the light of yesterday. Some things are meant to be laid down with the setting sun.
If You Dare to Chase It
Your dreams live in your breath.
They rise with every inhale of courage.
They fall into place with every exhale of fear.
But you have to dare.
Dare to believe in your own becoming.
Dare to imagine a version of you that isn’t weighed down by the past.
Dare to trust that chasing your dream doesn’t mean losing yourself—but finding yourself.
The sunrise is waiting. The breath is waiting. And so is the dream.
Let go.
Breathe.
Chase.
There’s something in the breath.
And it just might set you free.