This past week I found myself uncustomarily distressed. I’d been caring for a loved one, now critically ill – my mind, body and heart frayed from the undercurrent of cascading emotion. Though the room was carefully appointed, it was not enough to keep the spirit’s rest.

The dimmed lights were intended to obscure the droning whir of medical machinery, though for me it only served to amplify that which was already there – a fear.

Was it a fear of loss or a fear of losing control?

So much of our suffering, both individually and as a society, is caused by fear. Our mind spins as we desperately attempt to fill the gap; the boundary between often too blurred to bear.

When I first began my practice, I thought the ‘goal’ was to reduce and ultimately eliminate my pain. Though as I stand here alone now with the benefit of my years, I realize – we fear only what we don’t understand.

Fear is a very tricky thing, it steals our awareness as it attempts to engage. And lurking within it’s shadows, the habit of our panic.

We want what is needed, but when finally shared? Our inclination is to flee. Why do we permit such a spinning of mind? When a simple change of narrative might vastly improve our capacity to ‘tend the wound’.

There are so many phases in our spiritual journey, but knowing where to begin – where fear begins – is not only the goal, but also the bounty.

In peace, my sweet friends…

Namaste ❣️