" Breathe in suffering, breathe out peace. I took in the darkness, the heat of anger, my own and that in the world, and the sorrow, and the greed, and held it. I imagined scrubbing the dark mass into something fresh and shiny, and exhaled, letting it go. Whether it helped the world or not was unclear. It did, however, lighten my step. "

― Barbara O'Neal , The Lost Girls of Devon