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Five Ways to Relieve Stress and Worry

  1.  Identify your fear- Many times stress is fear of the unknown.
  2. Consider the worst scenario and prepare. Stock the car with supplies when traveling (blanket, first aid kit, non-perishable food like energy bars, water, cell phone) Have emergency kits at home in the event of power outage, snowstorm, tornado or hurricane (battery radio, flashlights, generator with fuel, canned goods, propane, camp stove, bottled water, non-perishable food) Preparation can make the difference between inconvenience and desperation. The same applies to making presentations, taking exams, house maintenance.  Be prepared.
  3. Reflect on the best outcome- Once prepared, focus on the positive. The chance of your worst nightmare coming to fruition is small. If planning a trip, immerse yourself in the adventure.  The butterflies in your stomach are excitement. Do not confuse the feeling with fear.
  4. Be flexible.  Go with the flow. Swimming against a rip current is exhausting.
  5. Trust.  The universe has your back. When you encounter obstacles, trust that you are being guided to something better.

What Lenses Do You Use?

What lenses do you use to view the World?

Are they scratched and dirty, seeing only the ugly?

Or are they clear to view the big picture,

Including those who serve humanity?

Illness, poverty and injustice plague our planet.

Beauty, kindness and service abound

The rapid downward spiral of negativity leads to the sewer

Lifting up the broken takes co-operation and strength

Your choice whether to curl up in a fear-based fetal position

Or strive to improve the Earth with a loving and kind heart

Demons

Running from the chasing voices

Running from the angst inside

Facing fear the greatest demon

Facing those that rise within

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Run to meet the challenge head on

Fear is worse than what is real

Anxious moments, needless worry

Cast it off and shed the skin

Hidden

The floorboards snap as the footsteps get closer.  I dare not breathe.  My eight year old frame is tucked behind battleship gray work pants, the kind Mom dries on stretchers.  Dad’s only suit, protected by the dry cleaner’s plastic bag, is pushed to one side.  I’d be in big trouble if I wrinkled it. 

Doors open.  Doors close.  I’m hunted.  My mouth feels like it’s stuck with peanut butter..  I’d run, but they’d catch me before I got to the stairs.  We live on the second floor because the first floor pays more rent. I hate it because the girl downstairs gets to play on the big porch and I don’t.  But, I get even. When Mom and Dad aren’t home I roller skate in the house, over their heads. 

They just searched the bathroom closet on the other side of the wall.   When the door opened, I heard water running.  I think this one’s next.  Good thing this old house doesn’t have a light in the closet. My heart hurts. I hope they can’t hear it pounding.

They’re heading for my hiding place.  I think I’m going to throw up.  My legs ache, but I pull them closer. I wish I were invisible. 

The door creaks open.  Daylight floods the closet.  I close my eyes and hold my breath. “Go Away,”  I shout in my head.

A claw-like hand grabs my knee.  My eyes pop open.

“There you are.  You almost made us late for church,”  my mother scolds.

“Do I have to go?”  I whine.

“Get in the tub. There’s no more time to horse around.”