I always walk away after San Quentin on Tuesday afternoons feeling less caught up in my own problems. Many of my problems exist within a bubble of a privileged and blessed life. So while I have my own suffering to endure, I am grateful for the good fortune to practice self care and to stay on the path of higher awareness. Though I often get caught up in my own struggles, I am well aware that I have a privileged position to practice. Even to have time for pity is a privileged kind of pity. The guys at San Quentin have been some of greatest teachers.