The Buddhists call it “groundlessness.”  I’m not sure what that means, but it is mentioned in context of getting familiar with fear, meeting it straight-on, facing it compassionately.  As it mentions from traditions in the Arkanis tradition–letting the fear go all the way through the body and when it is gone, only I remain.

If we are present with ourselves completely, the theory is that fear has no where to stick.  We can’t be running a story and be present at the same time.  Fear is a story, handed down, learned from the media, built up from a noise that goes bump in the night clustered with child spooks.

But being a human is a fragile tender thing.  We are not dinosaurs, roaming the earth for millions of years, towering over trees, thundering across the plains.  We are made of stars, but we are dust from their shadows.

As I remember to be present, so I am graced with the lovely story of the Presence, Her voice rustled near my neck, humming a song of Her love for me.