The Counting Sheep Farm

Hope abides; therefore I abide.
Countless frustrations have not cowed me.
I am still alive, vibrant with life.

Hope  is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -

I’ll admit it.   Fear is a huge battle for me.  It looms large in the middle of the night, seizing me just before the dawn.   My stomach clenches and at times I can feel the panic rising up.   I am learning however...

In my journey learning to parent two traumatized children with attachment issues I read a lot.   In one book I found this thought particularly profound:
At the core there are really only two emotions: love or fear.  Every other emotion or reaction stems directly from one of  these two places.  You are either operating out of fear or you are operating out of love....