Behind that fence, lives three children. They've all been diagnosed with Autism and life is sometimes hard. And sometimes it's not and they play and throw their blue and rainbow colored balls over the fence into my parents' yard. I, on this day, walk down the stairs feeling consumed by feelings about my own family. It's been damn hard growing up here at times and I've been long gone but I can't help to feel the sadness that's still there. I shake it off because I'm tired of carrying other people's feelings and as I walk out into the backyard I see this blue shiny ball being lit by our happy yellow sun and it reminds me to just breathe in the air. I am alive and so are they and we are all doing the best we can. They in their world and me in mine--two distinct universes. It's hard to love being so many worlds apart but I know if I just observe and breathe and surrender to the flow, it will get more simple-like that blue shiny ball resting on the lawn of my parents' home where I am also reminded of the many beautiful experiences we shared together. And so in this moment, I breathe into that instead of the suffering.