In meditation this morning I was connecting to my breath. The unconscious cycle of in and out that indicates that I am a live human being. I grounded my feet on the Earth and I connected to Source, to God, and to all the angels and guides who watch over me. I called out to the spirits of the people I am meant to influence, that we may meet in intention and be drawn in they physical world to work together. It was beautiful.
Then I felt someone else. I felt a woman waking up somewhere on the other side of the world. I sensed her in-breath and her out-breath, opening her eyes and as well recognizing that this is another day she is blessed to be alive on this Earth. But what I felt also with her was fear. An underlying, omnipresent lack of safety. I wasn’t sure what exactly it was that she was afraid of. Maybe it was a fear that one of her children would be kidnapped. Maybe she was fearful of being attacked on her way to fetch clean water. Maybe she was afraid to walk out the door of where she slept because there is fighting and violence on the other side.
And then I felt her peace. Her in-breath and her out-breath. Right then, at that moment, she was okay. She was safe. She was alive and had so much love in her life. That is where our spirits connected. As I noticed my breath–me, with my underlying, omnipresent feeling of safety and security–and her, noticing her breath.
I have fear in my life. We all do. What we feel is being threatened is different for each of us, but it’s all fear. I fully recognize that being born as a white female in the United States to a middle class family may predispose me to less fear than so many other people on this planet. But I have neighbors that look a lot like me who are crippled by fear. That’s their reality. And my friend, my spirit sister across the world, maybe she has a neighbor who is overcome by her fear everyday, experiencing the penetration of that fear in all areas of her life. But what I felt when I connected with her spirit was gratitude. Gratitude for the blessings in her life, the connections that made her smile, the generosity that warmed her heart, the beauty she was a witness to every day, and her ability to care for those she loved. In that regard, she and I are the same.
It made me think of the choices we have. In this election year I sense such manipulation with fear. I’m not one to talk about politics, but what I want to express is that we can chose love over fear. Fear will serve us sometimes. It acts as an alert that there is imminent danger, that we should act thoughtfully rather than impulsively. It’s a component to being human that was designed to protect us. To protect us, not to drive us. We can acknowledge our fear, even respect it. And, we can make our choices from what our heart tells us, rather than just what our brain and it’s accompanying hormones tell us.
It helps me to remember this woman, and the thousands of women like her, when I’m staring my own fear in the face. I have a home that is warm, spacious, and beautiful. My refrigerator and my pantry are full. I have access to anything I could need for my and my family’s health and wellbeing, from doctors to education to the infrastructures of a nation designed to serve it’s people (no matter how flawed it may be). I am safe.
And for all the bravery required for my sisters in other parts of the world to face their fears, it sparks courage within me to face my own. Fear is fear–it’s an emotion that creates a specific chemical reaction in the body. Fight or flight.
If she can do it, I can do it. And so can you.