I remember once many years ago being lost alone in the woods. I had ventured too far into spaces, unexplored – the depth of which might prove my undoing.

As the sun yielded warmth to the approaching cascade of night, I became suddenly aware – the fear of being ‘alone’ was far too great. I raced through with all my might; running was the only thing I knew to do.

At 8 years old, our instincts are still primal, and emotions flood, largely unimpeded. Is this the grace of youth? That we haven’t yet developed that voice of inner critic?

Had it happened in my 20’s, I would have cursed my ill-preparedness. In my 30’s, perhaps fate working against. And, in my 40’s I may have blamed this weakness of body failing to meet the rigors of day.

Fear takes on many aspects of story. Time and experience are no casual warrior – and, in the end we must face that which is unresolved;

Being, just as we once were and knew before.

We’re born whole, but along the way – something gets hidden. And we are challenged to walk this path on our own. Or, at least what we perceive to be ‘alone’.

But our separateness is, at best, illusion; a presumption of physicality in an ever-changing universe. In the same breath, that which threatens to destroy may prove a catalyst to adventure. In that moment, our unraveling reveals.

And the only question; ‘do we travel forward, or do we concede?’

Which will it be?

In peace…

Namaste ❤️