A Dance With Fear
After we spoke the other day, I thought about humour. How it helps us overcome conflict, move through suffering. Humour being the other side of any situation.
Then, how much courage it takes to Step Into a situation — where someone else is suffering or feeling pain, with that lightness of heart. Not undermining the challenge they’re facing in any way, but being Big Enough in oneself, to Embrace them — regardless of what shit they’re going through.
Do I have this capacity within myself?
Am I big enough, strong enough, courageous enough — to Trust that my love for that person is greater than their fear? Whatever their fear may be, even if it’s to do with loving me.
And when the flames have burned to the ground — stand there, unscarred by a shield of humour—the wrath of fear can’t touch this—because I love you anyway.
Because you know what? Me loving you — actually has nothing to do with you. It has all to do with how much courage I have — To love. To give. To truly give. Because I am enough.
With this kind of courage — we can do anything.
Give them a wink and a smile, reach across the walls of their fear. Even if they draw their sword and threaten—don’t you dare come near me. I hate you right now. Don’t you dare overstep my personal boundaries—
Take a step back.
And then forward.
Is this a dance, now?
Yes, it is.
And Love always takes the Lead.