This morning my heart is heavy as I sit on my cushion. I feel a tightness around my chest. Hmmm. It hurts to breathe in deeply. I hear the tape recorded mantra running again and again in my mind: accept whatever is....accept whatever is. But I am not buying it this morning. Instead, I try to focus on something less loaded, my breath. Words, mantras....they are not working for me this time. I breathe space into my heart expanding it and loosening it slowly. I was angry yesterday and woke up angry this morning. I came to the cushion with my anger and here I sit with it. Breathe space into the difficult places. Breathe space into the difficult places. Breathing into the discomfort provokes a multitude of sensations from abdominal pains to spontaneous tears. I feel my body expand with my in breath and contact with my out breath. I imagine a wind tunnel to my heart. Come on. Come on. Open up. I could have sat there all day, but I had to take the boys to school. In the car on the way to school, I am playing Family Feud with my 8 year old son. The topic is name 5 fragile items. I was helping him out: glasses, china, a vase, a baby. I run out of ideas and strike out. Then item number five flips over to reveal the last answer. My son says to me with a slightly irritated voice, "Mommy, you forgot your heart." I start laughing!! Of course, I did. I left it on the cushion at home for safe keeping. Sukeyxx