Today I listened to Thich Nhat Hanh’s discourse on loving yourself. He spoke of the body, the wonder of it, how all our ancestors, human, animal, vegetal and mineral, and our future was all within the essence of our body. That the clean air and mother earth and the sun rays were all there, and that loving yourself began with mindful breathing and being aware of this joy within us. After that I meditated for about half an hour. I grew wings, but soon realised I didn’t know how to fly. I crashed, tried again. There was pain. I watched my mind meander. Something from the past had crept in, great fear, my heart rate increased and I started breathing rapidly. I allowed this to carry on until it subsided on its own. I then turned my attention back to my breathing and felt great relief, just breathing.