I hold my breath and tighten around the stress that enters into me. I resist and bicker inwardly; I complain. And then I remember that before now I wasn’t feeling much of anything, and that it is my human duty to feel; it’s a blessing.
The realization doesn’t take the heaviness in my head, but I’m comforted in knowing that I am receiving.
I try to open myself and my breath and to raise my eyes from this haze of constriction, which is the true disease. I’m not afflicted with these feelings, I’m restricted by my desire to resist them.
Open your heart to whatever it is you feel: good, hard, heavy, negative, light. It is a gift; you are feeling.
Michael Luckett
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