Trust the Tao and natural instincts.  Easy to say, but my natural instincts are myriad addictive behaviors masking some murky illusionary fear.  Like separating the beginning, middle and end of a river–it all looks the same rushing.

Does fear prompt eating, or hunger?  Does instinct urge standing up for myself, or is that fear?  Am I compassionate because of my nature, or am I trying to be good, or please someone else?

More and more, I pray to be aware as I float down the river.  When the rapids arrive, I grip and grasp the tiny boat and know that I cannot capsize, being in Your arms.  And then I just scream “whahooooooooo!” and open up to have fun.