Learning that I have an incurable lung condition has turned out to be one of the greatest gifts of my life.

In my experience, Depression = Sadness + The List.

The list is all of the absolutely legitimate and incontrovertible reasons that I have to be sad.

From the Department of the Broken/Open/Hearted

How do I hold the paradox in my heart-mind that everything is fine, and yet it could also be better?

As I learn to allow myself to love the world unconditionally, as I gradually let go of my judgments and fears and scary stories, I find myself living in a world that no longer needs saving.

The problem is that Dave the Ego is not really me: he is in fact a construct, a piece of software, a figment of divine imagination.  As Tolle and Muhammed and others have wisely noted, the ego is a wonderful servant, but a terrible master.  

My heart doesn’t ever seem to be busy, even though my mind often is.  When I check in with my heart and answer from it, not only is my assessment more peaceful and open, my actual experience of the moment is different as well.  

Pain is a red flag identifying an underlying blockage.

Thank goodness for red flags!