Q51 : Ever Garrison
Fear dances with courage.
~Ever Garrison
There is a dream I had, I don’t remember how long ago, but there are details of it I do remember. I remember that the people there were fighting to hold on, because something awful had happened. I remember that there were some truly grizzly “displays” in some of the bombed out husks of buildings - storefronts laden with unsavory wares.
What I remember most is a dance.
There were two individuals, or at least it seemed that way. There were times when I was spinning along as one/both of them, others where I was watching, and yet others where it was as if I was looking over sketches someone had made of the figures.
The smaller figure was covered in a solid orange latex suit - think like superhero tight. The larger was covered in a solid blue suit. As they/we danced and spun, it was one set of movements, one set of motions. In fact, as you watched, the two seemed to be melting, one into the other. Always there was the head of the larger of the two resting on the shoulder of the smaller, comforting and carrying. When the dance ended, the weight had not passed, but there was only one person left standing.
Fear is that little man in me - ready to run and hide at every opportunity. But when I choose instead to stand, Courage is there with me - cradling and carrying. And we dance, we move together, until there is but one individual left standing.
Though my bones may tremble and shake, by my choice they support me, and there-in I find strength and comfort that allows me to carry on and through each day.
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