I believe original humans could see in the dark like night animals.  Perhaps then we didn’t have such a fear of fear.  It was a normal thing to hear bumps in the night, unknown shadows and unfamiliar noises.  Night was just another cycle, an adjustment of our eyes, a shift of view.  We changed from a hawk to an owl.

Light makes bright.  Sun brings clarity.  A lamp leads the way.  When I lean my soul into the lamp of Your Love, I feel night’s soft comfort and rest.  Fear crawls into a sleepy circle, snuggles under his tail and sleeps through the dark.  Out come the raccoons, mice, swallows and possums to their daily tasks.

Trees don’t scare at all.  They stand dumb when I ask them what to do with my fear.  “What do you mean,” they ask, “it holds you back?”  I try to explain how the unknown, stories from the past, change can frighten me.  The branches lean in wonderment listening closely to these singularly human words. 

A giggle wind rushes through the poplars and the leaves clap their hands in recognition.  “You’re a walking tree in this life!  These feelings are your earth, rain, sun and wind.  They just are.  Like a cool rain, long drought, slamming wind or spring sun.  Nothing more to us.  We grow around barriers, lie down and fertilize, reach and thrive.  Just seasons.  The winter to come is unknown.”

Today is bright and the chill sends our finger roots deep into Gaia’s warm pocket.