In fear I find beauty - I listen - get down and sit down so that I can welcome the fear - she sits down and takes a cup of tea - I ask: what are you afraid of? she answers: you thinking that you can run this show. Makes sense. Makes sense that fear has fears of its own that will need to voiced - if I don’t give the welcome - the fear becomes upset - losing her shit and creating a shit storm - moving toward her with hospitality is a midas move - is a point of beauty - is a way of manoeuvring without even shifting my body. Fear meets beauty in the must unusual place: the yielding to not knowing how this goes - because then the power, force - love and flair of life can be free. Like today - when I wanted to shut down what was emerging - knowing that when I speak from that constriction in my gut - the world - or my world shuts down. We move through it learning all the time how to see the small parts - all parts - yelling - and then allowing the self-in-presence to take the presiding place. The role of the king of the realm - and then turning to face fear from that place - an entirely generative and expansive experience. Where beauty meets fear is an unknown place that requires a surrender to life, to going willingly into the unknown - to trust that you are going to be loved and ok without any guarantee that anything is going to work out the way you expect it - its not - it may be better - worse - or indifferent - that is not the point - the point is live on that razors edge of now - between beauty and fear - the whole world collapsing and expanding in a movement before your very eyes.