Facing Fear

Our bodies know the truth. And the truth is that no body likes feeling uncomfortable or tense or stressed. What even is stress? Isn't it that sensation of tension that is so overwhelming that we try to ignore it, but by attempting to do so seem to lock in, even more deeply, that very sensation that we are trying to alleviate, allowing it to become worse and heightened? What is the fear that keeps us from stopping and facing our stress. And isn't the sensation of stress born of the thought of fear, itself? So, rather than asking ourselves what it is that we are afraid of  - oh, you know: loss, lack, abandonment, isolation, death - isn't it more prudent to ask ourselves what actually is Fear? Is it possible that the answer to that question is that fear is the thought that reality will turn out in a way that is beyond our control, for which we believe we are incapable of handling? What would happen if we took a deep breath - like, right now, for instance - and considered the possibility that if we truly let go of our attachment to outcome, and surrendered to the belief that, regardless of how any situation develops, we possess, within us,

the capacity to allow an innate intelligence to flow through us that can aptly atune itself to any situation and move through any circumstance with impeccable grace and fortitude. Who would we be if we stopped trying to define who we are?