SURRENDER

In the darkest pit of despair, sitting in a puddle of my last hope, I sometimes wonder, “What good is hope?” The question echoes off the walls of the dry well at the bottom of which I sit, alone and terrified. For every hope I have lost had a fear that brought it into being. And now that I’m down to my last hope, I hold many fewer fears. So maybe hopelessness is the key to fearlessness, or perhaps the path that leads to the edge of the cliff.

Who do we have to be to face fear with love? How might we love our fears away? To choose love over fear, it helps if I have recently enjoyed deep sleep, nourishing food, a bath, a hug, or a deep breath. If nothing else, a deep breath and a moment of pause can allow me to dip into the well of being foaming with love at heart center.