2002Nov10

The sound of a terrible and low thunder illuminates the fault lines and the chips in these massive columns. The sky they support threatens to crumble as the walls press in and I am left in the middle of the room alone. What good would it do to kneel? Or crouch down, hide my head, and fall into a fetal position?
My fear is like a heat rapidly gaining speed. I feel a burning tremor, a rush of ice hot white passion and I know I can fly! The sky is not falling – I am reaching up to touch it and the shards of light that leak through the holes of my mind are stars. Let the pillars fall and the earth quake and I will ride the wind and be everywhere touching everything until lightening strikes me dead and calls me home and makes me into starlight resting on the moon. I will be transformed into calmness like the quiet after a storm and these anxieties will become the foundation of my home.