Gentle with the sore muscles–in my body and in my heart.  Stretched because of tai chi and fear of a sick baby.  Tender apprehension of arguments trying to hide new fears.

My resolution to befriend my fear–giving up fearing my fear–for lent reminds me that the divine finds ways to allow this exercise to take place.  Argh!  Ok, how about I enjoy life and give up fear blocking the way.  How about if I give up melancholy for lent instead.  Then when melancholy knocks at my door, I can invite her in without much of a fuss.  Fear is a bit nosier.

But whether the clamor of fear or the soft whine of melancholy, I hereby root myself in goodness.  Good mess.  Goo ness. The sweetness of Your Presence, like a perfect meal, a fabulous movie, a brilliant sunrise, a dear friend.

True love lives.