When Fear Comes Calling
Speak your truth, even if your voice shakes.
— Maggie Kuhn
There are days when insecurity moves through me like a cold wind.
Unsteady. Unwanted. Unloved.
Even after years of breathwork and affirmations, the fear still finds a crack.
I tell myself, Stop!
But the heart doesn’t follow commands; it only softens when it’s heard.
Lately, I’ve been asking why this old ache keeps returning.
I’ve spent much of my life dependent on others—parents, husbands, family.
And though I’m surrounded by kindness now, some part of me still trembles, still fears the ground could give way without warning.
That small voice whispers, What if they don’t want you anymore?
And my throat closes.
My words grow careful.
I nod when I want to say no.
I keep the peace instead of keeping my truth.
Peace built on silence is only fear dressed up as grace.
And I’m too old, too wise, too alive to live afraid of my own voice.
So I sit with my hand on my heart and the other at my throat—two centers that are asking to remember each other.
My heart reminds me:
I am worthy, even when I need help.
The throat whispers:
Speak, even when your voice shakes.
Maybe independence isn’t about doing everything alone.
Maybe it’s the courage to stay true to yourself even when you lean on others for support.
Maybe it’s remembering that love isn’t a transaction, it’s a current.
And the moment I let it flow both ways,
I am no longer the victim.
I am the vessel.
A Sacred Blessing
May your heart remember its worth.
May your throat remember its freedom.
And may your presence lead you gently back to yourself,
again and again.
Meditation Moment: Hand to Heart, Hand to Truth
Sit comfortably and place one hand over your heart and the other over your throat.
Close your eyes.
Breathe slowly, letting each inhale soften you and each exhale empty you.
Whisper to your heart:
I am safe to receive.
Whisper to your throat:
I am safe to speak.
Let the two centers–love and truth–harmonize as if your own inner voice is reuniting with your own inner tenderness.
Stay until something inside you quietly says, I’m here.
Journaling Prompt: Coming Home to Myself
When you’re ready, take a few moments to write.
No editing, just let your sacred voice speak through the pen or your fingers. Ask:
What part of me still believes I must earn love or safety?
And what does my wiser self want me to know instead?
This moment of clarity arrived as I was finishing The Seven Gates of Inner Light. Even now, the heart and throat keep teaching me how to come home to myself. You can read more about that journey on my Seven Gates page:
