Chapter 15 The Key 321

“So, Rose, this is great stuff on fear,” she said. “Who ever thought it could be helpful? That puts a new spin on it. Have you written more about these things in this journal? I have been fearful all my life, and so were my mother and my grandmother. Who would have thought we all could have created that to learn something about ourselves? Is this part of the Doorway to Compassion Rosa has been telling everyone about?

“Whew! That’s too many questions all at once,” I replied. “There are other journal entries on compassion and emotions. Feel free to read them. Then sometime when we have a moment to share, we can talk more about all of that. In the meantime, I am off to get clean and try to call Chris from the Omni’s satellite phone.”

“Thanks. I am just going to take a break and read some more of your journal while I have it,” Vivian said.

As I walked through the missing front door to the road, I heard Emily and Vivian chatting about my work. It was obvious the two had already done some deep sharing, and it was obvious that Emily was no longer ashamed of my work. I smiled as their voices faded into the background.
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AS I WADED INTO THE crystal clear pool of cold water, I was joined by nearly fifty other hurricane refugees doing the same thing. As the brisk water chilled my skin, I dove under for a quick swim. Javier had explained to me that through the limestone foundation of ancient coral reefs on which the Yucatan rested ran clear, fresh rivers that came from deep beneath the earth. He claimed that no one knew the source of the clear water, but that his people considered these waters sacred. In some places, the rivers came above ground forming clear, deep