What is the emotion that sits behind hatred? What unresolved issue does one carry to allow the guteral feelings of hate to course through the blood? It is a rare feeling for me to experience, but today I am in the thick of it. It is all consuming, from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes. Pulsing, throbbing through my body. Anger, despise, genuine dislike-for another human being. How can this be I ask myself? I try to hard to be present, to be non-judgemental, to be unaffected by another's story. But someone got the best of me today. Has eaten through all my integrity, stripped me of my morals. And here I am. Caught in this vortex. Spinning. Where in lies the beauty? What is the gift? I have no vision. I am blinded by anger. With my hands tied and my sight unclear, I feel paralyzed. Tears streaming down, I can do nothing but sob. Sob for my own pain, sob for the pain of the inflicting one, and sob for the pain of the children caught in the path. Tomorrow will be a new day and this too shall pass. This much, I know.