Like
most of us, I have been fighting fear off and on for most of my life, but now,
in my 70s, I see that what I should have been doing is saying a good-natured
hello to fear and perhaps even setting out a banquet for it. Fear seems to find
satisfaction in our resistance to it, for then it gets to spread and grow
stronger. The more we fight to push fear out, the more powerful it sometimes
becomes. So, I’m tossing in the towel, so to speak. I’m sending up the ceasefire
flag so fear can see I’m not afraid of it. In fact, I’ve started sending
invitations to fear: “Please come in. I’ll set out a banquet for you. Let’s relax
and learn about each other. Linger as long as you want.”
Fear,
I’m finding, often deflates fairly soon in the face of simple hospitality.
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