One-word prompt for today: Tremble
Now, here’s an interesting word! So many different things can cause a person to tremble. To shiver, shake, have tremors, even lose control of one’s muscles; sometimes the breathing is affected, the heart races, the palms become cold and clammy.
What makes us tremble? Fear. Excitement. A first-ever date. Nerves–performing, speaking, singing for an audience. Stress can make us tremble. I’ve seen students who are facing a test they’re worried about whose hands are trembling with nerves.
Trembling in fear is not a pleasant experience. I don’t have many experiences of actually being so afraid that I tremble. I guess I’ve led a pretty protected life. Some of my fellow counselors have mentioned clients who make them very nervous. I’ve never felt like that. I don’t tend to be afraid of people. It is more likely that I need to curb my irritation and my quick tongue when I have someone in my office who is trying to dominate the situation.
Having nervous trembles when I have to do something in front of people, and I don’t feel capable or prepared–that is something I understand. Speaking to a crowd is easy for me, and I find it enjoyable and exhilarating. But it took me years to come to a place of singing or playing the piano without a shaky voice and shaky hands. I can do it now, and I remain calm. At some point along my lifeline, I just quit worrying about what anyone else may think.
Snakes can give me the shivers. So can being up high, with no barrier between me and the long drop to the ground. I hate that.
I know that evil exists in our world, and that there are people who commit evil acts with no concern for anyone else. I haven’t had to face that kind of evil on a personal level. I read about it: Nazi Germany, Aleppo, the killing fields of Cambodia, the political massacres in any number of places across the course of human history. Maybe that kind of evil will come to America. No reason it shouldn’t.
I fear much more for my children and grandchildren than I do for myself. The sand in my hourglass is much heavier on the bottom than it is on the top. I do, however, wonder what kind of world my precious grandchildren are going to inherit. Thinking on that too much can make me tremble for their future. The degree of lawlessness in our country is astonishing; it is especially frightening when the police have been told to stand down, to not interfere. I don’t understand that at all.
Isn’t it amazing how one little word can take us from the simple to the complicated?