Marco Iazzolino

Today I listened to the story of someone who had just come out of the terrible tunnel of Covid 19. I wasn’t breathing, I wasn’t breathing, I wasn’t breathing and then… then I breathed, breathed, breathed. I heard the story again, trying to slow down the time. Stretching the words, until I could almost hear the sound of the lungs, I tried to hear the… breath. Then I realized that the breath I heard was not in my mind, but it was my breath.

The breath that is part of a collective lung that involves everyone all the way to Mother Earth. Many wonder what can be done from home today for those affected by the Coronavirus? Perhaps a possible answer is that each one of us learn to taste every breath I breathe in and out like a healed Covid 19 patient. Let us all train ourselves to the breath of life, thus contributing to write a new chapter in the “history of social breathing”. Today’s gospel concludes with “your son lives”, because he believed in Jesus’ words. Let us believe, let us breathe together. Come on!