Many years ago when I was going through a particularly challenging time, a therapist encouraged me to concentrate on the three most pleasant memories. I chose walking through Yellowstone near the end of the 1988 forest fires. The resilience of nature, new growth in the immediate aftermath, the abundant wildlife and the beauty of the mountains. Second, sitting on an old porch swing on the smoke house of my grandfathers farm, listening to the insects and gazing at the sunset over the corn fields. Third, sitting on the point, a secluded spot on the Delaware shore, with my book and dolphins passing up and down the coast. Also, yoga breathing.