“No one who lives in fear is really alive”

Every time I read that truism from A Course in Miracles I have the best cry.  And this moment is no exception.  It feels like what was an ancient belief stuck inside of me has dissolved and been expressed physically as tears.  That’s why I never, ever, wipe my tears.  Instead, I just feel them.  I let them run.  And it always feels so gloriously good.  Even the most severe tears I’ve ever had, those that were produced from the deep mourning after my loving partner, Barbara, left the physical.  And that because I felt them fully and underneath them was always, every time, the most glorious outpouring of love that …..

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