Thirty pages from the end of The Crying Tree (see 6-29-12 post), two sentences bore into me.
“It was all too sad. Fear of loss causing more fear, more loss.”
Isn’t fear of losing something or someone at the base of most of our suffering? The motivation behind many of our most hurtful actions?
When fear looms for me, far too often my first impulse is to try to take control. Centering, and opening myself to the wisdom that I call God, is where I need to begin.