In a moment of spaciousness inside this early morning’s meditation I think I discovered a truth about myself. I hide and I seek. I have gone into a small room off the hallway to meditate. The doors is shut. I can hear my husband is up for the day. His heels landing hard against the bare wooden floor as he walks the narrow hallway between our bedroom and the kitchen. He's making coffee and then forgetting something he needs in the bedroom. My privacy has been intruded on. I feel myself contracting wishing he would go away. I am hiding in my own body. Crouching down not wanting to be seen. I take the spaciousness I had a moment ago away from myself, he didn’t. I know that as a kid I was often scared of my Father and as a protective act I ran away upstairs to my mind and out of my body. I sit in meditation and do not run upstairs. I sit with the sensation of a pit in my stomach and with the sensation of wanting to run and hide. As I allow myself to just sit with that sensation of wanting to hide -with the awareness of a gripping in my gut slowly an awareness of who I really am emerges. I am found.