CATEGORY: PLUM SPORT DATE:March 3, 2017
With a steaming mug of hot lemon water near my yoga mat it is flexibility I seek.
Fear is so debilitating; fear is such a limiter, surely it is hell. Of course y’all know this.
I have had many fears over many years.
Like how small enclosed places had always posed a threat to me. Maybe it’s the engulfing feeling of being in a locked box.
Since when physically off the earth 36,000′ I can’t just open a door for a breath of fresh air, flying in an airplane was a troubling double fear.
My first flights, even with deep calm breathing and clutching my husbands hand, my head was still in the food tray the entire trip from Salt Lake City to Newark.
I keep letting go, forgiving and releasing fear, so a few years later I’m able to fly by myself. A short flight, Spokane to Portland, I had to keep repeating quietly to myself, “God is where I am”, from Yogananda’s book “Where There Is Light”. No head on tray!
Tunnel and subway fear? Oh yeah baby. Driving from Florida to Boston, I made my husband drive around any tunnels, instead, going over bridges and through congested cities, ridiculously adding a considerable amount of time to an already long drive.
My fears have caused high levels of stress, headaches, nausea, and vomiting, which in turn resulted in bouts of brooding, being demanding, selfish and loss of a hankerin’ to eat chocolate. Hell.
The Ruba’iyat of Khayyam; “I sent my soul to the afterlife, some glimpse of the truth to tell, and my soul returned to me and said “I myself am heaven and hell”.”
Enough of this hell! Let the decree go out “Get thee behind me fear!”. I don’t have to say “I am afraid” anymore, I can proclaim the more heavenly, “I am valiant”.
What was that?! It sounded scary…
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