“…Me and my day of sobbing was all only mood. Now it’s gone, released. The pressure of the resentment I felt towards him was checked from anger, so flowed down in tears. Yet it was so encompassing – my very being. All the while I knew it was my own creation, that I was free to rid myself of it, but I couldn’t. I, me, my ego-self, was the mood; now it’s over and that self is over. The “I” constantly mutates. It has no “essence.” Yesterday, alone, I felt very happy, very at peace. “What is it that I lack?” Nothing, absolutely nothing. But that is equally a mood. Because it is more pleasant, I would like to see it as somehow more real, truer, always there behind, but in the same way it will come and go…”
Maura O’Halloran, Pure Heart, Enlightened Mind: The Life & Letters of an Irish Zen Saint.