At midlife, you're pregnant with the best self you can be - someone who has learned enough from both successes and failures to add up to a fine human being.

Sometimes sadness is appropriate. Not something to run from, not something to numb...just something to feel.

We have been so long in a downward spin, the angels are calling us up. We are meant to fly and with our spirits we can. We are meant to ascend, to transmute the negative mass of the worlds corrupted thought forms. No one asked us to stay so long away from heaven, away from joy.

We arrogantly assume that the nervous system doesn't really need to be coaxed into romance. That romance comes from some other place.

Living meaningfully is what brings joy.

The issue is not whether or not you have that power, the issue is whether or not you use it.

The places in our personality where we tend to deviate from love are not out faults, but our wounds. God doesn't want to punish us, but to heal us. And that is how He wishes us to view the wounds in other people.