I breathe. Then I breathe again. I breathe in the hope I desire to remain in my heart. I breathe in my angst and blow it out again, my despair charged with the love I know that I need to keep using in this life. I breathe in, gulping, gasping with all the suffering in evidence all around me and blow it out again with a prayer for the continued compassion required of us all.

I don't know how to do this. Yet I do it every day.