Living large, happily, tragically or in tiny concentric circles, seems to matter little really. The seconds, minutes, hours, days, years tick by regardless of our inner state or outward appearance. This life, this breath, this beating of my heart continues until it all stops one day. The exact second of the stopping is ahead of me and unknown and yet death will come as sure as the breath that I just took flowed in and out of my body because humans are not immortal. For now, I am here on this planet occupying the space that I do in my little niche of the globe. While I am here, I hope to contribute to the needs and care of others. Contribute to the beauty and world conversation through my visual art, written and spoken word. Contribute to the network of love that flows from one to another and onto others.
There may not be fame or a well known legacy left behind. I may be remembered by few outside my family once I am gone. And that is life. Mainly, I wish to live the remainder of my days free of the gripping fears that beset me through much of my days and nights. Free of the anxiety residing in my gut, muscles, heart and head. These two conditions, fear and anxiety, serve me very little and inhibit the robust flow of life energy; dam it up, really. Arrests the truer deeper life experiences while leaving hypertension, tense muscles and headaches in their wake.
How to release this fear. How to let go of the anxiousness.
Sounds so simple. Easy. And I suppose it is. However, I feel stuck in my fears. I just keep walking, one foot in front of the other. One breath after another with an occasional reminder to breathe deeply and exhale slowly.