I hear the branches screaming. She had woken up with night terrors. He held her close. You mean you hear the wind screaming through the trees. No, it’s like I said the first time. I am afraid for them. She was still shaking. You don’t have to be afraid of them. Hopefully, he thought, she will fall asleep again soon. No, it’s like I said the first time. It’s us I am afraid of. Us? You and I? He held her closer. No, ALL of us. We can be so oblivious. Her breathing deepened. But
We waste so much time being afraid of running out. Of what? you may ask. Fill in the blank. Fill it in from your worst fears and nightmares. Then ask the bigger questions: Does it help one iota to be terrified about this? If such a horrible possibility was to come true, is there anything you could do about it? The answer is invariably a resounding NO. It would follow, then, that you might as well forget about it. Always being afraid of running out is mostly about not realizi
. Denial It’s so easy to keep walking,
to keep working, to keep talking,
without thought of why we do it
only wanting to get through it. But then a red tree rises before us
while the stars all sing in chorus.
It’s like nothing we’ve heard or seen
and makes us more than we have been. And yet, we assume we’re not enough,
somehow lacking the right stuff.
How much has this world been denied
by those simply too afraid to try? ………~ Carol Wiebe The Red Tree Sees #Denial #re