Transitory Courage
Recently I got an MRI lasting 30 minutes. I am profoundly claustrophobic. Before going under I had to sit up and allow my extreme anxiety to pass. Besides almost drowning as a child, I was placed in a dryer, car trunk and a my crushed car with a van of sixteen people on top of me. Accepting my fear was possible thanks to my stress reduction skills of observing impearance. My courage grows when I accept that all things pass. Dante's tale in the Divine Comedy, exemplifies this terror of being lost within our fearful inner wilderness unable to function. My "Dark Night of Soul" the abyss of angsy haunts me to my deepest core. My dark clouds will transform until silver linings, if I'm patient. A new beginning happens at the exact moment of an ending. Always new starlight emerges into an immortal dawn. The doors of death open after dusk if only I may wait for another star to be born. Everything is recycled as the rays cycle. In cosmic time there is no beginning nor end. L...