“Give yourself to your breath,” and almost everything is magnified – the twitch in a tight hamstring, the ache in the shoulders, the stray hair that gets caught up in a passing breeze.
Feelings too are unable to escape the magnification. Submersed in calm; it is a calm confrontation.
It has been said, the man who cannot weep for the loss of a friend is ever sadder than the one who mourns – why should grief be a cage? Primitive, and most absolutely raw, a rawness that makes us human.
Feel it, accept it, and it flows through you mercilessly, undulating and spiraling. As forsaking as it may feel, remember all that is passing, will pass.