My daughter says she’s sad, and I ask her where the sadness is sitting in her body. She says it’s in her heart. I tell her to lie on her back, get comfortable and let her eyes slowly close. You can rest, I say, as I lay the palm of my hand on her heart. I imagine what the hurt looks and feels like; the heaviness and density of it. And I slowly pull it out, like a piece of rope. I throw it away, resolutely, and return my palm to her chest. Now, I imagine a warm pink light flowing from my palm to her heart. The heart chakra is open wide and ready to receive. Pink light flows in and floods her body with love. When I’m finished, I see she’s asleep, so I kiss her cheek and creep out.