Stay with the feeling in the body. Don’t advance into proliferating a story. Don’t retreat into denying the sense of hurt.
Not advancing, not retreating,
Not real, not empty.
There is an ocean of bright clouds.
There is an ocean of dark clouds.
Dogen, 1200 – 1253
photo Nicolas A. Tonelli
Mindfulbalance 
I needed this today having received disturbing news about an estranged family member, anxious to reassure my friends I am ok, fearing their pity, or their advice. As Thây said, I need to hold my suffering like a crying baby.
Dogen strikes again.