"So, in regard to disagreeable and formidable things,
prudence does not consist in evasion or
in flight, but in courage." —Ralph Waldo Emerson
Last night, in a dream, I was being suffocated. Someone was holding me down, menacingly covering me, imprisoning me beneath a stale quilted blanket held over head and face. As panic rose in my consciousness, the frantic beating of my heart recklessly abandons me, threatening to assist my aggressor in accomplishing my untimely death. In the moment I am most afraid, a whisper of peaceful calm encourages me to focus on my breathing, to slow my own heartbeat, to release my fear, to remember my Creator.
Today a morning glory is blooming gently amid the shadows. Like a gentle whisper she will grow, using the rough and jagged metal as support throughout the brightest day and the darkest night.
Beautiful. Temporary. Courageous.
For God has not given us a spirit of fear,
but of power and of love and of a sound mind.