Progress

The unknown is uncomfortable.  Corner a fox whose foot is broken and he will snarl and snap and hiss, because he does not understand I want to help him.  People are not much different.

I am a modern woman who believes if I practice those things modernity tells me are healthy, wise, and up to date, I am way ahead of my ancestors.

Yet I still dance around the same fears, superstitions and road blocks my ancestors have for hundreds of years.  The tempo changes.  The notes are rearranged, but the thoughts, the fears, the dearest hopes, are pretty much the same.

The unknown is uncomfortable.  Until people really understand that -- there will always be corners and those who snarl and snap and hiss, believing they are protecting themselves -- and me.