You know how they say we hold emotions in our body?
This morning I was trying to resolve an issue in which I felt my son had been rendered powerless – not once, but twice. As I sat at my desk typing, I noticed my neck was sore. I ran my fingers under my chin and felt a large protrusion on the right side. A lymph node had suddenly ballooned out, inflamed. “Like a golf ball,” a colleague said. That’s odd, I thought. I don’t feel otherwise sick, and yet the swelling in my neck couldn’t have been a better metaphor for the bind I felt in not being able to effect justice for my son.