My ancestors came this morning as a cathedral of trees dancing in the wind. Waking up with a familiar heaviness, body still weak and exhausted after 10 hours of sleep, the mind wonders how much longer I have to endure this purging and healing process to be free. I get up, go pee and just sit in the chair of my friend’s bedroom where I'm staying and look out the sliding glass doors. I close my eyes, go within and find out what's under this pain. Time to burn! It's not easy to sit with the onslaught of body intensity, but I remind myself to turn back, again and again to what never changes, to what is unaffected by all of this. The awareness goes back and forth from the stillness of the heart to the discomfort of body/mind. The pain in my heart grows more intense and my attention goes to it. It becomes more clear, this is not about trying to quiet anything down and escape to the absolute, this is time to meet this thing. I remember what my therapist Randy Hold​ taug...