“It’s the fear thing, isn’t it?” Alexandra had me pinned into the corner of the coffee shop as though she was about to administer the final legal blow in a key case. I was even worried that my glass of water, bought to wash down the final sip of coffee, Italian style, would get spilled.

“Whenever you really think about fear, you realise that it’s at the heart of so many things that people–that I–do!” She continued.  I watched her become conscious, not just of what she was saying, but of how defensively she was saying it.

Seeing this happen to her, sharing the act of deeper consciousness, was a catalyst. It always was with people taking this path for the first time. Still saying nothing, I looked on, a passive and friendly observer, letting her have the space to come to terms with how central ‘fear’ was to her life; and to everyone else’s.

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