Love has no agenda …

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She’d say, “You’re my baby.” Some days, several times. In moments when age seemed to take more than it left, she still knew one thing true and certain. I was her baby. I’d smile, “It’s a good thing I’m a lot like my mother.” She knew that, too; but she loved to hear the joy I found in being like she was. And knowing that she had raised a child content to be present with her, restored her sparkle.

On December 8, after Mom passed at 11:11 AM, I walked in and out of her bedroom. I spoke. I stood quietly. I spoke again, “Thank you for letting me take care of you.” In the silent face of death, my soul spoke. And my mom heard what she already knew, a growing depth of gratitude. … More

Fear exists only in the absence of love, only in the absence of YOU …

Your greatness is more real than your shortcomings. Your connectedness is more real than your separateness. Your joy is more real than your suffering. Because without fear, there is no shortcoming, no separateness, and no suffering. And you ARE fearless, unthreatened love. You have nothing to fear.… More

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