I was reading the news, I was texting with friends, I was eating a muffin and then I wrote THIS:

What could be bigger than ME!

For many of us, fear is the first force we have the chance of admitting to being larger and more powerful than ourselves.

Fear of a towering parent, stay small. Fear of close, loud thunder, better hide.

Here’s a story about Younger Me.

Back then, and sometimes even today, part of me wanted to be really good at something, or at least better than my enemies.

How do does a Saint deal with her Fears?

Come have a seat in my heart today as I interpret my own dark dreams⛈️

It’s easy to make fun of people like me, and I encourage it. 

A good climbing partner will outlast romantic relationships, know how your poop smells and in general see you at your most scared and insecure moments.

A woman with a backpack came to teach me in a dream. We were in a crowded lobby, and I preferred a private room. She said, “No, I have to teach you right here.”

People come sit in my house where I feed them tea and they tell me, “Nightmare, I’m full of fears.” What kind of fears? All kinds of fears.

My horoscope for 2025 told me, this year I need to watch my words.  Fear immediately struck.

Fight, flight, freeze and fawn get a lot of attention for being our bodies’ first and loudest responses to dangerous situations. No one really gets to choose which of these Fs our nervous systems will pull out of the hat to keep us alive in the moment, and then the moment is over.

My dad has been visiting me this month and we’ve been climbing together a lot. Back when I was 10 he taught me to tie a figure eight knot and how to be scared to death belaying, and he’s still teaching me today.