Working with my therapist, I went deeply today into feelings both from Ruth's death a year ago and from my father's death when I was not quite three. The dark peace of death called me so strongly. And then what came into my mind was breath, "breathe on me breath of life." Spirit and breath and sometimes wind can be interchangeable words in Hebrew and Greek. As the hymn says in the traditional words: "Breathe on me breath of God"