They endure cold, and physical pain. Others journey to the depth of themselves and meet tigers there who roar unexpectedly and long. These have been my journeys. I don't know whether they've been triggered by physical misfirings in me or by old emotions or by experiences I ve not seen the dark of. I do know that when panic grabs me, all rhyme and reason fly away.
Panic is fear without cause.
These days when others suffer so and have so many visible reasons to fear, its blast is often edged with shame. When panic has me, everything I see and hear is other. The world hums right along, and I don t belong to it then, though I want to. I feel as if a beast is chasing me, but there is no beast. What I want then is not medicine or herbs or theraputics.