When a friend of mine was a kid, she used to believe that when she and her family drove over the George Washington Bridge, that the wheels of the car would actually go along the suspension wires of the bridge.
She was so terrified at this thought that she closed her eyes really tight every time they drove over it. And of course, it was harrowing each time.
One day, she opened her eyes and noticed that they were actually driving on the road, and that there wasn’t anything quite so scary about driving on the bridge at all.
Where are you driving eyes closed, white knuckled, through life?
As I look in my own life, I know that there is an element of this in trying to get pregnant. When we are afraid, we shut our eyes to what it is we know, to what is actually happening, and we are not really present. We are not really in our own experience.
For me, it’s not being fully in my body, it’s not being grounded in what is, in what is real. I forget what I know.
And you? Where are you afraid and not really present?