Powerful. In the world, I sat still on a stone bench, overlooking a verdant valley. In the meditation, inside the cave, swirled a compact bundle of writhing energy, twisting and projecting and shifting to be whatever it thought, whatever I felt, might possibly be approved of, be loved, be enough. I embraced it, saying, “You are. You are enough. You’re exactly what you’re supposed to be. How could it be otherwise?” On the bench, my eyes teared and my nose filled and I wondered if the older couple who’d been sitting on the next bench when I started would be alarmed, and chose not to care for their feelings, since I can’t anyway, and instead cared for my own. I’m suffused with calm and peace and new understanding. Thank you.