My third eye (the place of light I can see when my eyes are closed) is usually a soft blue circle with an uneven and unclear border. Today there was no beautiful blue light; there was only murkiness until it finally turned to a gray, shifting shape. For a long time, I haven't remembered Lee's advice to treat myself as a small child, to be patient and kind. I encouraged myself to bring the murky light, that shape that was not pretty, to my heart.
The light works its way to my chest and still I know the things I will not accomplish today will make me sad.