Dance with your Fear

Dance with your fear



Fear, out of the blue, more or less... Where does it comes from? Where does is sit? In the pit of my stomach? Small and whispered? Or loud and screamed?

I feel ME, I am the same I was yesterday, joyful, light, happy and confident. Like when you have a pain in one part of your body – it can take up all your focus, or you can still focus on other parts of you that feel no pain, even focus on the you as the person inside the body, and there is no pain. Only somewhere the body is feeling pain. You can isolate the sensation and watch it from the outside. Same with fear. I watch this sensation. A part of me like a fur-ball is part of a cat. Totally part, it sits INSIDE, physically, it is made of things that were “made” by the cat. were once an attached part of the cat. And yet it is completely separate from the cat. So this ball of fear, this energy capsule of fear, this feeling, sitting in my system. In the pit of my stomach, but is cascades through all my blood highways as well. I feel the adrenaline. I feel it closing my stomach to food. I don't stop it, I don't change it, I don't wish it away. I stand and I observe it. Neutrally. It is there, it is not threatening me. Much of it belongs to someone else, but I may not abdicate responsibility either. It is in me not by someone else putting it there...

A side pocket is a sense of dis-empowerment. Hm...

There is more I can find in there, but the rest of me is singing with joy – there is music inside me. So why not invite the fear to dance? Dance with the fear. It is a most wonderful partner to dance with. Full of energy. It wants to be loved, as all things, but it loves you too. It does not come to hurt you. Do not run from it. It is a messenger. It wishes to lead you into another, maybe new, direction. That is not always so comfortable...

It whispers questions in my ear... This fear. It is spokes-person to other fears which sit much deeper. Which I have managed to de-voice... I must listen. I may not react with fearing fear. No, this friend will not outstay his welcome if I but listen, and pay him the attention that is due him.

I am listening!

Delete "must"

I got a lecture from a man of 102 years of age two days ago about the need to delete the word "must" (incl. "to have to") from our vocabulary because apparently it messes with our brains. (Not literally speaking...) It being severely disempowering, and giving wrong signal to brain of lack of choice in our lives, which has pretty dire spin-off effects... Makes sense to me. So I'll give it a try. Or try at least to use it very consciously! Good Luck to me...