Years ago, I would travel around New York City to sit with people in their grief...offer[ing] to hold space for mindful breath, or a gentle meditation.
Sometimes, on the subway home to Brooklyn, I would quietly cry and furiously write about the urgency swelling in me to feel all the feelings, the deep desire to grasp for joy, the sudden and crucial need to spread it as far and wide as I could, while I could.
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