Being with mindfulness: some blissful blessings1

I count blessings by relating primary attitudes to each of my fingers when the silence was not enough to protect me. At first, I hold my thumb to lessen some alarming worries, then, with efforts, I am trying to stay away from all forms of extremism. I hold my little finger to suppress the pain of many months. I pretend to be happy: No, no anger thus far: no terror yet. The middle finger is never bothered; my meditative mind preserves the enduring strength as compost for more stories. A result: I am able to host Samata, an unconditional equanimity.