Saturday, March 13, 2010

the ides of march approach

i look around, and notice danger. my world at this moment is a viper pit. teetering at the edge, i hasten to step back, to observe and tolerate all that i know, and worse, all that i fear. though there are naturally specifics, nonetheless i recognize the constant refrain of the emotional reactions i so often have to such varied situations!

c.s. lewis wrote that he had never realized how grief felt like fear.