I wake up in the morning feeling anxious. I spend at least an hour trying to distract myself wondering what I can do to make the feeling go away, until I realise that feeling anxious is ok too. No need to push it away, replace it. It is what it is. Just like the flower I pass on the trail as I walk around the jungle surrounding Ek Balam. This particular morning I’m dropping the judgement, dropping categorising feelings into good and bad.