Troma Nakmo accompanied me on my morning walk today. It was a surprise and she was uninvited, though welcomed gratefully. She was quiet, saying little - actually, saying nothing at all. There was a fierceness in her silence, burning energy, a force of strength. In the swirling, ferocious quiet I vividly saw this paradox I am living - the excruciating reality of our grandaughter's tragic death by suicide with a glimpse into the mode of existence, emptiness you can say. They keep crashing into each other! This morning the burning energy of Troma Nakmo became a mirror somehow for looking at my own mind and seeing what is really possible now on the path to awakening for the sake of all beings - bodhicitta....my heart breaking open and being released from the "prison of my own mind."