More lightness of being
While I was walking home down the hill today I noticed that there was a smile on my face. Not a great big one. Just a small, bemused kind of grin. The day was humid and cloudy interspersed with pelting rain showers. It felt as if I have been raging, hurting and running for years. I wondered what it has all been about. It seems like it was a dream, far away, in some distant past, happening to someone other than me.
All that conditioning to feel undeserving, guilty and heavy with shame seems to have dissipated into the air, scattered to the winds – leaving in its wake, lightness, exhilaration, peace.
And a very clear, deep sense that what will be … will be.
tamarjacobson 
