"People living Deeply have no fear of death." Anais Nin

Fear has since my earliest memories shaped and restricted my life. Sometimes I was able to truly live and shelf the fear but those were the exceptions... which caught up with me in time.

I hopped from rock to rock with a friend when I was young, maybe 8. We were having a great time going down stream. Completely enthralled I forgot about not knowing how to swim, I was brave and fearless. Then reality, I am on a tall rock far far away from camp... Or climbing up on a roof then being too scared to get down only to have the fear of getting caught push me off the roof. My life is peppered with these stories! BUT then there is the real fear... Death. Con one truly not fear death?! This our enemy since time began. The sting that God never desired for us. Death changes everything.

In my life death has ripped "wholes"adding definition, puncutation to my story. I find the more acquainted I am with death the more I hate it, yet I become more comfortable in deaths presence and have learned how to bring peace and healing to the cave of grief.