I will choose to feed my faith in the colorful circle of life, feed the faith I have in myself. Nothing else is real. "FEAR is False Evidence Appearing Real." as my friend, Joni reminds me and "There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them." ~ Andre Gide
"Anything I've ever done that ultimately was worthwhile... initially scared me almost to death." ~ Betty Bender It is the faerytale mentality to never feed the fears, to venture, head against the winds, with faithful friends of varied strengths and virtues, and believe. I emerse myself in the stories of humanity, in faerytales, not because they are escapism. No, do you see? Faerytales, they are the grit, they are the rising above, they are the blind faith in good, blind not in ignorance, only because we can't always know what is around the curve. Faith in the circle, in hope, is the faerytale. Faerytales shine because they are forged with hot, searing, determination. The diamonds of hope are most brilliant when faced with the cuts of metamorphosis. The victories of the spirit glow with light when, at the end, the heart is stronger because the feet are bloodied with travel and the lit heart revives our realization that we may be small, but we can. We must. and we can.