March Twelfth; Fear

There is no shame.

I knew it was going to happen the minute I saw the weather report. Warnings of severe storms that would come through during the night, left me knowing what was to come, and it was more than rain. I finally went to bed just before midnight hoping it would go around us, but knowing it wouldn’t. I was right.

Right around three in the morning I heard Molly’s bark. Both of my dogs are brought inside at night but Bella doesn’t want to share the bedroom so Molly sleeps in this room. She has her chair, bed, blankets, toys and a radio playing. But thunder, that evil dragon monster in the dark, still frightens her. Dragging myself out of bed Bella and I came in here with Molly. My hope was that our presence would calm her down. Wrong.

Molly was in such a full panic that she couldn’t be still. She was against my side, she tried to get under my desk, she kept trying to get so close to Bella she was almost inside her skin. She did get under her skin, annoying her to the point of growling and making me afraid she would snap at Molly. I sent Bella back to the bedroom as I sat with Molly. Highly active children could take lessons on this dog and how much she moved around the room, not settling long anywhere. I brought the computer back up and scrolled while Molly paced, whined and moved around the room. At sixty pounds she’s too big to try to hold so I let her pace.

Finally, after over an hour, the storm moved on through. The night grew a bit more quiet and Molly settled down. I turned the radio volume up a notch and headed back for bed.

Currently, both dogs are outside. It is cloudy, cool and the wind is blowing in gusts. That means the windchimes on my front porch are playing intermittently. Molly, is afraid of the wind and the sound of the chimes annoy and frighten her as well. She doesn’t understand wind. In the past I’ve seen her out in the middle of the yard barking at what I first thought was nothing, but then realized it was the wind. This mysterious thing that comes from nowhere, makes a lot of noise then disappears.

I think many of our fears, are of things we do not understand. Not all mind you. People caught up in a war zone understand what is going on around them. People who are sick, lost, assaulted, understand what is happening. It is when we are uninformed, where fear comes in. It is when we trust someone who abuses that trust and creates an atmosphere of intentional fear, where we suffer. When we stand on the precipice of the unknown, that fear slips in and causes its problems.

My son is a face life head on, face to the wind, fears be damned personality. I am not. I don’t like not knowing where I am going and how to get there. I don’t like not knowing when I get there where to park, walk, sit. I don’t like trying to make, bake, create something for the first time because of not knowing how it will turn out. Especially if there are no second chances to fix what’s wrong.  Understanding my fears, are showing me ways on how to handle them. How to move past them and be happier.

There are some though, who would never admit to a lack of understanding or the ensuing fear. They don’t understand this  race or nationality. They do not understand this lifestyle or belief. They don’t understand a different thought process. With that understanding, is the potential for fear. That fear, can manifest itself into a dislike or even hate. Simply because one doesn’t take the time to understand. They still don’t have to like it, but they can walk away with the acceptance and belief of ‘you do you’. As long as, doing that does not bring risk or danger to others.

I can’t explain the wind or thunder to Molly, her fear will remain until she works it out as Bella has. But then again, they are dogs, we are human. Being human we have a better capacity for learning and understanding. That is what we need to seek out. There is no shame in fear, unless we deliberately hang onto what creates that fear and don’t seek to move beyond fear into growth.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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2 Responses to March Twelfth; Fear

  1. John says:

    The Spirit Of Fear is real… And so rotten, I’m glad your dogs and you are OK!

  2. elvira797mx says:

    Dear Rebecca, I am glad you and yours are well.
    Great photo, you with your beautiful dogs.
    Thank´s for share.
    Keep safe.

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