Do you know the feeling of being emotionally assaulted?  As though someone took a knife and stabbed you right where it hurts the most, then twisted the knife, poured salt on the wound, and topped it off with a squeeze of lime?  What comes after is a torrent of emotion that even a seasoned meditation and yoga practitioner can have a hard time keeping at bay: devastating grief, piercing hatred, or volcanic anger.   I’m working on expressing my emotions more clearly, even if they are not the pleasant kind.  There is a steep learning curve for this I am realizing, and I must forgive my many missteps along the way.  Part of that process involves being closely in touch with the emotion…