so the little dog would not leave the room,
too scared to pass the great green monster of suction —
she cowers behind it, even though it is unplugged and silent….
terror is like that…
in truth the mechanical demon has never actually harmed her –
although it has inhaled the remnants of some chewings and tatterings of toys…
but fear uses fodder like that —
it is usually far more about the imagination than the actualization –
it is about possibility not reality……
but mostly it is about trust….
do you trust this present moment?