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July 8, 2010
What feeling lay underneath all the distraction? Sadness.

My body had been tingling and sweating in the heat all day and night. The cool shower cleansed my skin. Silver-blue light flooded through the plastic curtain. I pulled it around like a gentle cloak.

Sometimes it is helpful to ask an emotion where it comes from, but feelings don't necessarily come from anywhere. Sometimes I am sad because I'm used to feeling that way.

Sometimes it is helpful to observe an emotion, as if it were external to the self, and let it fly over.

I am not my sadness.