Each time I've awakened this morning, I've fallen back asleep—until the windows are now bright. I roll on my back and wait. The fear is mild, yet it is still here. I keep my eyes closed.
Suddenly, I'm surprised to realize my heart has turned into a flower—a private flower I am not to share—yet it matters to name that a pink flower blooms in the center of my inner chest. Then a man appears—only his shoulder, and face partially turned away from my gaze, which I cannot see clearly, but has a soft look—as if it is slightly out-of-focus. I hear a name from another time period—a man of legendary history—although I know he did, in fact, exist. However my mind cannot make sense as the man and the name do not match. He embraces me gently, and I accept, in quiet, that on the inner plane I have a new source of comfort that is perhaps a blend of a man who still cares for me, and this legendary figure.
This morning has been different—an ending perhaps—not of fear but of my training with it.
My realization is, "When we open to inner information, we may often be surprised by how much help is there for us, waiting only for our receptivity."