Unconditional Love
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The Wall
The fear gripped me; I could barely breathe. As I looked up at my white-knuckled hand frantically grasping the fraying root, I searched with hawk-like intensity the cliff wall for another handhold. A part of me knew that at any minute the root would snap, and I would plummet into the black yawning abyss below. Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed and gasped for air through my constricted throat. My chest felt as if 200 pounds were pressing down on it. I was sure that at any moment the end would come. With my free hand I probed the cliff wall, desperately seeking any possible other handhold. There…
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What’s Love Got to Do With It?
It’s the summer of 1986. I’m standing in the living room of my newly inhabited apartment. I have just started my job as a computer scientist after graduating with my BS in Mathematics. Getting my degree and landing this job is the fulfillment of a huge goal that took me six years of working while going to night school. I should be delightfully happy, yet inside I feel something missing. I lift my hands in the air, look to the heavens and pray, “God, please show me unconditional love.” In meditation this morning, this prayer from 30 years ago flooded my awareness, giving rise to a reflection of my life…
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