I have been gifted with membership in a very exclusive fellowship, the initiation of which is a near-death experience with the ultimate crash of powerlessness.  It was the best thing that ever happened to me.  Weird, huh?

As part of my continuing membership, I am asked to share the story of how I got there through the crash, how I crawled my way out of the piercing pain, and what it is like now with this new perspective.

There is no beauty in the world, in any internal or external galaxy, that matches the exquisite and tender unfolding of a fellow’s path.  Across the table, coffee cup in hand, eyes darting and hesitating–staring off into the distance of the pain, the blossom of a new personal spring reveals itself to me.  I am invited to a blessed brilliant mansion with a secret garden of sweet splendor–another human heart tentatively unfolding petal by painful petal of patterns and fears and hopes and joys.

Once again I am drunk on the Divine I see in Your eyes.