In my 104th post, written February 10th–ten days before we relocated–I said that I had no anxiety about the move at all. That was true then. Not now!
Even though I clearly see that anxiety serves no purpose, that it increases suffering, that the ground of awareness is unmoving and not affected, still the body runs adrenalin. It’s not pleasant, but here it is, like it or not. It has no specific story, but I have to assume that hiding in the recesses, there is still some untilled belief–and fear–about an uncertain future. Silly: as though any unfolding moment holds any kind of certainty.
The path curves; I cannot see around it. The words spill out, from where and by whom?
© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2012
2 thoughts on “anxiety”
That’s a very calm way of looking at anxiety…
Had to chuckle reading your note. Hadn’t noticed that! Shows me that I am not as engaged in the anxiety as I used to be. Still, it’s uncomfortable.