What are you afraid of? What frightens you?
I found this recently (in a rather unrelated article on High Country News):
I turned up the volume of my iPod for a song called “Stolen Horses” by Americana artist Ray Wylie Hubbard. The third verse floored me.
“Now, there’s little demons,” Ray sang. “On the Hindu Temple. Above the door. And all around. What that says is. We get past what scares us. We can stand. On sacred ground.”
So I want to ask you, what scares you away from your sacred ground? How do you move past it and what do you find on the other side?