Day Two Hundred and Forty six

Today my son had a migraine so powerful he said he wished he were dead. It was hard to be there with all of that, wishing so hard to take the pain away. He feels better now, but I am left to wonder how distance is found in life's sharpest pains.

I think of the stone, and how I rush to find quiet with it, heedless of my attitude. I consider the attitude of the stone, a base free of judgement, yet touching me, the world, all pain. I bring my awareness to it, in spite of my doubt, and concentration deepens. I let go, and I do not stand in the way of love.