my dear dad taught me a little something recently about walking forward into life as opposed to lurking akwardly back at those deep edges. we sat together in a dark room and i put my fears on the table before him and this is what he did. took my hand- looked at my wrist carefully, then asked me to find my own pulse there. i did. he said to feel my heart beat for a bit. meanwhile the earth rolled away from the sun and the night slid into the room. he grinned and told me i had found my own personal gratitude button, right there on my own wrist.