I want to be calmly in this moment, and yet tests have shown that even before people are shown a violent or troubling image, their body is in turbulent response. Perhaps it is unrealistic to think that if I could only be more present, my legs would stop shaking. Perhaps presence is accepting my shaking legs and nausea, the clarity of my fear. Can I find comfort in the energy of it? Accept it as a friend?
Saturday, Jan and I walked to a lake near where she lives, and I sensed there was a little friend there, and sure enough, a river otter was watching us from the reeds. What a treat! I have so many signs of the wholeness of life, and so, maybe today it is okay that my piece of living is the little tattered end of the quilt that is fear.
May we all live well, in health, honesty, wholeness, and peace.