Some loose thoughts on FEAR

We just had another storm… (“Rain” my poem)
The sun is trying to push the heavy clouds aside, it is only managing a glow; enough to make me want to get my runners on and go for walk before the deluge and strong winds return.

An interesting observation came my way this past week - during “the biggest storm” ever – of how “conscious fear” feels.
I was aware all day Wednesday that I was afraid, was actually concerned for my well being all day long, it was exhausting.
There was nowhere to go, no way to help it.
I tried to ignore and work. And work I did – ignoring it, was impossible, as the wind gusts reached 125km/hr and pounded the large glass pains – my stomach churned each time.

Yet, I am one of those fortunate/blessed ones that still has an intact roof over my head, electricity and crystal clear – well – drinking water, had “a bowl of chili” with neighbors (that turned into a banquet!) last night, unlike nearly a million others in the area that still don’t, today.
To add, we are expecting more to come our way…

And, what about all those around the world in shelters and refugee camps, the homeless, the abandoned... what about them? - I think as I head toward the front door -

... What about them...?!