Fear is Relative

Coming home from my trip we hit turbulence on the plane as we were landing.  I’ve been in a couple of very bouncy landings in my life.   When I was young, I found them fun. I liked the way it felt when my stomach lifted and the plane bounced down.  I felt safe.

Now, the first thought was “What if I die”. I found myself gripping the arms of the seat and wondering what would happen next.  It surprised me that anything in a plane (short of a full out head first dive) would scare me.   I started wondering what had changed.

I am older for one thing.  I figure my kidney qi is weaker too.   I wondered if when I was younger I thought I was impervious.   I considered how I enjoyed the feelings.  I felt less worried and scared as I looked at my fear.

I let myself feel it, just wondering at it because it was new.   I also let myself enjoy the bouncing of the plane.   Obviously, nothing happened as I am writing this post.

It made me sad to think that something I had once found fun was now scary and I didn’t know why that had changed, exactly. I can theorize and guess but I’ll never really know.  This experience did teach me that fear is relative.  There was a time when I would have found those bumps fun rather than slightly scary.

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Bonnie Koenig has been a licensed acupuncturist since 1999. She is passionate about helping people find real healing and real health. In the process she keeps asking about our attitudes towards sickness and health. Only by being clear on what sickness is, can we ever find health.

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