I have a few trusty triggers that open the channels for me, sometimes catching me off-guard and taking my breath away. Listening to a particular piece of music can open the floodgates faster than anything, though olfactory memories are nearly as evocative. Moving meditation, found through slow, relaxed and repetitive movement, nudges the latch just so. Sometimes it's enough to simply be still, to quiet my mind and bring my body to a place of rest. Through stillness, I become the conduit itself. Feelings emerge, memories return, breath gets snagged, tears flow.
Last night I missed my friend. Today I miss him still.