In my daily life, fear often causes me to lose myself. My body is there, but my mind is sailing everywhere; sad and ugly news finds a home there, a magnet from the Devil. I often plunge myself into a photograph, a book, a good deed,  my wife and friend,  or anything that might carry me far away from my body and the “reality” intruding on me. People seem sad, fearful, angry, or distracted to me.  But this is not the reality. The reality is inside of me, not outside. I am learning to put the book down and go inside; I know I’m often back to the fear. I am learning to do something different when that happens, to go back to my inner peace, dive down deep, a place that is always there, to my clarity, to my flowers,  sometimes to Mother Earth, a sacred Goddess,  and later to color in a flower that brings me back inside of me, back home. Back home. I find the little boy crying in bed, sitting with him, and telling him a story. He loves stories.  We comfort each other.  I think of my wonderful wife.

I look deeply in front of what is excellent in my life now. When I practice, I am solid like the earth when I go in, not out.  I face my fear and worry directly, and it melts like butter in a frying pan.  I am so much more than that.

Green means nature and life to me.

The white rose means grace and beauty to me.

This color means hope.

Today, the red means strength and power, sorrow and joy. Sometimes, it means sadness.