I visualize fear in my body- a pale yellow space in my abdomen where my third-chakra should be. Fear is the hole through which the wind blows; the whims of others buffeting my core unapologetically as I give my power away with barely a hesitation.
I breathe into this space not to exhale my fear, but to join my breath with fear and thus transform fear into power.
The yellow acquires rich undertones and depth as it ripens and becomes full-bodied. My insecurity becomes my empowerment. My fear is my friend, not my foe.
I feel my strength take form, self-protection armed with experience, primed to use fear as fuel
Though I fail every day at saying no, I keep trying
I do not retreat from the world
Though I have not yet put words to my fear, I study it
My frozen mouth thaws around radical words like:
My feelings matter, my health matters, my time matters, my sleep matters, my sense of safety matters
I soak up the golden yellow light, burn some sage and turn the page