That’s what it is all about, actually.  Foster and nurture some kind of belief in more than the bare empirical facts and take risks on that trust.

I believe my friend who might die this year will be on the other side with some kind of homecoming.  I trust that the angels watch over my despairing distant son.  I allow the path to take me through conversations through mine fields with my office mates.  I have faith that if I wake up in the morning, I have a purpose–even if it is in the fog of my tired human mind.

I hae no fear or bother if this is all not true after I die–I leave that adventure to another time.  today I lean on the Dear One who rests Her lovely head on my shoulders, watching me write, and nibbling on my ear.