Jumping At Shadows

I mean, some days I just go around scared of everything. The fear is just in my face and I can't get around it. What to do? Just sit in the middle of it and see what arises. Most of my fears are just phantom, fuzzy, stuffed ducks with no more power to bring down my life than, well, fuzzy, stuffed ducks. There are no bombs going off around my head, I have more than enough food to keep me from true starvation, I have clothes in my closet and medical insurance. I can meditate, walk, see, hear. Better to go with the attitude of gratitude.

Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists. Herein lies the Peace of the Eternal.

(from 'A Course in Miracles')