Two months after my last post. I was inspired to write today because in dream last night I was honored by a group of friends, some known, some not, who told me they loved me even as I admitted not knowing something I should know.

Whatever embarrassment I felt was replaced with warmth and a sense of belonging I have not ever felt in my life with a group of people. I keep reaching back into the dream to touch it, bring it forward, make it larger. To really know it as a part of myself.

A similar sense of love once surrounded me in my car as I drove to yoga class. That was grace. A subtle untying of all the guilt and self-hatred for a moment, that allowed just love to surround me.

Those moments are so few for me. But how lucky I am to have felt even those two moments of grace, acceptance, joy in being.