T e a c h e r

Guiding his hands, slowly, slowly to his knees. Sit. Quiet. Shhh. Don't talk.

Just focus. Focus on your breathing. On the rise and fall of your chest. Feel the ground beneath you.

Are you breathing with your stomach? Good… good. I'm just going to sit with you. You want me to talk for a bit longer? Get you into the feel of it?

You're getting it? Good.

Keep breathing. You're doing great. Let the thought flow in, flow out. Don't push it away.

Listen to the music. Feel it. Feel it in time with your breathing.

I'll guide you through this. Just relax. Trust me.

Okay. Come out… slowly… slowly… okay. Just let the thought flow in again… okay.

You can open your eyes now.

Leo smiled, "How was that, Mike?"

Mikey was grinning, "I just focused on my breathing like you told me to. Dude, Leo, it was so awesome! I totally get why you do it all the time, bro."

Leo pushed himself to his feet, offering a hand to Mikey, "So does that mean you're going to practice on your own?"

A scrunched up beak, "I wanna practice with you."

A low chuckle, "No problem, Mikey. I have some Katas to do now, so I'll see you later? At dinner?"

"Totally. Oh yeah, you're gonna love what I'm making! It's a surprise."

"I'm sure I will, Mike."

He bounded out the room, calling over his shoulder, "Thanks, dude."

Leo laughed softly.

"Always a pleasure, bro." He murmured, "Always a pleasure."

Watching you walk away. Knowing I did my job. Little brother. I'll be here. I'll always be here.

A drabble? A short one shot? Just a little piece on Michelangelo's learning meditation, I suppose. With Leo there to help him.