2010 is rapidly approaching. There are only 3 more days before my year of courage begins.
I've spent a lot of time over the last few weeks thinking about what courage means and how to muster it. I've read up a bit on it, and searched for its definition and origin. I've played with the word in my mind and with my voice. I do like the sound of it - it has a rich strong sound that seems to come from the back of the throat and then settle on the tip of the tongue between the teeth.
Quietly saying the word seems to bring me to my centre.
Apparently the word courage has its origins in the Latin word cor which means heart.
Thus it seems that living courageously is all about living - being, listening, choosing, doing, speaking, moving - from the heart.
Our fears exist for the most part in our heads. In situations where there is no 'clear and present danger', our imagined threats are what halt us in our tracks.
Our heads swing from yes to no and back again. Our hearts know the truth.
Our heads toss up the pros and cons. Our hearts know what needs to be done.
Our heads doubt our abilities. Our hearts trust that we have all that we need.
Our heads remind us of our past mistakes. Our hearts forgive. Over and over again.
Our heads can generate endless fears. Our hearts are a source of infinite love.
So living with fear or living with courage boils down to a simple choice between listening to the voices in our heads, or following our hearts.