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Ten years ago (but my husband remembers), I turned the light out and started to climb into bed when I felt something moving around near my ear. Shrieking, I asked Sam (who was already snug in bed) to turn the light back on. My distress escalated, and I found myself screaming, begging him to please hurry.

When he got to me, I was cupping my ear. As I let go of it, I released a small flying insect. “Why didn’t you just shoo it away?” asked Sam.

At that, I started to cry. And he could see I was upset. Then, we both got back in bed; as we snuggled, I continued to cry and fell asleep.

The next morning, I remembered what happened. And, with a sheepish grin, I said to him, “I wonder if I had some traumatic experience with an insect when I was a little girl.” Clearly (to both of us, I’m sure) I had overreacted.

It was later that day when I realized what actually transpired. For sure, I was startled by the insect and felt helpless in the dark. But when Sam responded with obvious nonchalance to my distress, I lost it and started crying.… More

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Please don’t take my peace in the face of the viral hazard as nonchalance or ignorance. I sincerely trust love.

Responsibility is part of love, so I’m taking precautions. Anxiety is not part of love, so I’m not worried.

I don’t pretend to know what best serves us. But I do know that any given situation presents us with a chance to find and apply what best serves us.

Our peace does not lie in what befalls us. Our peace lies in how we respond to what befalls us, and what we learn from it.… More