Fear. It seems to me that its object doesn’t matter and it’s certain that to the body, at least, there is no difference between the fear of an encircling wolf-pack and the fear of financial ruin. So it is that I find myself in the midst of fear this morning. My heart races erratically now and again, the vice-like grip of panic tightens across my chest and my hands and feet go cold. But, through it all I can be thankful for the gift of awareness and the Buddhadhamma.
May all beings be free of grief and fear!
Cattāri Brahmavihārā 
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