Ah, but the fear is such a noisy wave.  Filled with stories from the mind of death, destruction, drama and trauma, it is hard to be still in the midst of the STORY of a storm approaching.  Hard to see life anything but preparing for sadness.  all because a new precious life beings.

The human dilemma–life so precious, death so finally sure.  The joke that birth is just death turned inside out, and we celebrate birth endlessly and prepare for death with such a dull heavy weight.

Gentleness and awareness as the pond waters swirl.  It might just be a spring breeze.