Fear and Intuition

Sickness and death surrounded me these past few weeks. I’m 65 so it’s to be expected that friends will pass through this life into another. As those I love disappear off the earth, I will be brave. The weight I lost from worry means more ice cream and cheese, and I will eat. When someone I admire gives up the fight and commits suicide, I must accept.

I cut some daffodils from my yard and put them into a gorgeous cut vase, and this morning my throat tightened from their pollen. I should have let them be. They would have lived longer to enjoy.

It shouldn’t be so hard to let go, but it is. I need to work at a wave goodbye and a sense of acceptance.

I’m still happy, so don’t worry about me. My firm belief in optimism and in the flower shoots that spring from the earth will carry me through. Negativity is now behind me. Pessimism is fleeting and I won’t be afraid, since fear is a trapdoor that stands in the way of intuition. I won’t fall down that rabbit hole and neither should you.