Fear. Perhaps as great a mystery as love. As God.
A man approaches me, and asks me for a ride. Fear. A stray dog in the path I walk. Fear. Too much caffeine. Fear. Out of the blue. Fear. My only remedy: get present.
Notice the white butterfly on the path. In the dead of night when fear grips. Feel the cool sheets under my hand. Get present.
If you can control fear, you either dont know it or are an enlightened master. In my fear the sound of a small lizard in the grass sounds like a mountain lion waiting to prance. A man walking could be a rapist.
Do you know fear?
The water feels like a friend. I walk beside it. As I walk, I open up more fear. As I walk, it releases. As I walk, I open up more spirit. As I walk, it releases.
Whatever is your mystery, Fear, you’re a viable opponent.
***Words, which surfaced and photos I snapped during my walk today.