I see the sadness in your eyes. The way your shoulders tighten every time the cat jumps at you. The way the sun makes you want to hide. If only it could be spring all year long. If only a river ran behind our home where spirits would lead us up the mountain together. Once we sit and meditate under the sun, the clouds will paint you a movie in the sky. I know people have not always been the best to you. But we are on this rock together. Here we meditate next to the pine trees.

What do you need to say?