My meditation cushion and makeshift alter is in my closet. Jackie, my friend and fellow blogger, is on my mind when I go to sit this morning because I first met Jackie when I was giving her a tour of my apartment in Hong Kong (she had just moved from London). We bonded over life and had a two hour conversation standing in my closet. That was 17 years ago. So this morning I dedicate my twenty minutes to her. I light a candle but before I begin I pick up Sharon's book Real Happiness and open to a random page, page 50. Cradling the Breath. So I begin breathing in and hold my breath like a baby and holding thoughts of Jackie close to my heart. Who knows why people come in or out of your life is a thought that keeps looping in my mind. I am just so glad you did, Jackie. As I continue to imagine cradling my breath, I get the feeling that my whole body is being cradled like a current in the ocean moving me back and forth. Cradle the Breath. My thoughts wander and I flashback to a retreat I went on in December in Hawaii. Sharon was there and I remember her saying: look at your thoughts like a grandmother watching her grandchild playing in the playground. Cradle the Breath; Cradle the grandchild. Let the thought go back to the playground. Let the thought go back to the playground. I am taking the reverse commute to CT this morning to see Jackie. I am filled with gratitude. She drives into the city almost every morning. Thank you, Jackie, for the driving, for the love and for your friendship. Sukeyxx