"... nothing can really protect you from the joy and sadness of being exactly who you are. They're both equally uncomfortable..."
I don't do uncomfortable without at least some measure of fear. It is so boring to be so afraid.
I would say that Ms. Piver is my hero. A mentor who writes often about fear and who may never know that she is inspiring me to fearlessness.
Today has been about bouncing in (which seems like up) and out (which seems like down) of sadness and ... well, I wouldn't exactly call it joy but something resembling joy. It occurs to me that if I find a place to rest in the middle I would simply be suspended- for however long- in midair. Not such a bad place to be when I consider the alternative- bouncing as thought lifts up and then comes crashing down- over and over. I think it is time to do some resting in midair. Meditation sounds like an idea I can rest in- breathing out long and loose and the inbreath just flows in without stress or strain. Minutes pass and there is no resistance to bouncing but gradually the up and down motion lessens- like a swinging pendulum that comes to rest, slowly, on it's own. No effort required. Even fear- in and out until there is just resting in what is already here.
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