like, “She’s a nut. How do we get out of here?” Then all of the sudden I heard the sound of a woman
toward the back starting to cry.
Not sniffle cry, but sob cry. That sound was followed by someone
from the front shouting out, “Oh my God! Why do we do that? What does it mean?” The auditorium
erupted in some kind of crazy parent revival.
As I had suspected, I was not alone.
Most of us have experienced being on the edge of joy only to be overcome by vulnerability and
thrown into fear. Until we can tolerate vulnerability and transform it into gratitude, intense feelings of
love will often bring up the fear of loss. If I had to sum up what I’ve
learned about fear and joy, this is
what I would say:
The dark does not destroy the light; it defines it. It’s our fear of the dark
that casts our joy into the shadows.
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