I will not be afraid of love today.
If I could realise but this today, salvation would be reached for all the world. This the decision not to be insane, and to accept myself as God Himself, my father and my Source, created me. This the determination not to be asleep in dreams of death, while truth remains forever living in the joy of love. And this the choice to recognise the Self Whom God created as the Son He loves, and Who remains my one Identity.
Sometimes letting go can be so hard, even when one knows it the right thing to do. I was afraid that I did not love enough, that if I loved enough I would try harder, but surely love shouldn’t be hard work.
I performed dance tonight at the Writer’s Without Borders final performance at the Library Theatre, part of the Birmingham Book Festival. It was well received; someone even asked me if I’d teach her how to dance.
Lost my car key and had to draw on the generosity of a friend to retrieve the spare and go back for my car. He said no payment was required, just a dance dedicated to him at the launch on Saturday, as he missed the WWB one.
I had to remind myself frequently today of yesterday’s lesson; I can be hurt by nothing but my thoughts, and be mindful that I wasn’t hurting myself.