The morning’s disparate sights and sounds reach out to me. A hawk’s cry. Sunshine through thick fog. Hammering echoes from somewhere down-canyon. A baby cries. School bus brakes squeal amid the shouts of the children greeting each other on this new day. Dampness drips off the skylight in lazy trails of moisture. A hummingbird mingles with bees in the blossoms of a tree just outside my window. I ponder the day ahead and those recently passed.
“There is nothing to fear but fear itself.” These words so often quoted are those of Franklin D. Roosevelt, our 32nd president. The more complete quote is, “So let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself — nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.” Even when we can name the fear that is paralyzing us, even when it seems justified, the fear itself is to be vanquished.