Consumed with noises swirling around, it is hard to listen.  Twists and turns spin thoughts into a cocoon too tight to move.  Struggling to squeeze through just a sliver of space to open air.  Seeking silent air.  Perhaps, whispered air laced with a voice of peace. Grace filled air.  Mercies fresh with no tightly woven web.  Liberty to stretch and shake loose from the prison of endless voices that have no meaning, no value. Remembering the freedom of that space.  Breathing room.  Inhale.  Exhale.  Torso expands and fills.  Filling deep.  Feeling deep.  Then release.  Slow release.  Release the noise. Repeat.…