Hi Friends,
At the end of August 9 years ago, my son Aaron killed himself.
The painting below was done as the crumbling walls of the old Joy allowed something truer to be revealed.
The painting below was done as the crumbling walls of the old Joy allowed something truer to be revealed.
Aaron was born on September 8, and it's quite a gift to me that I am just now giving birth to a brand new teleclass
available to anyone on the globe
called Ending The War on Death.
Six 90 minute sessions starting in November.
You can choose either Tuesday evening or Friday morning (Denver time).
Please visit http://www.joyofthework.com/services.html
for more information or to register.
Let those whose broken hearts, and black empty holes weigh them so heavily down to earth, the cross, the death of themselves, hear this invitation. I know your pain. I am here for you. You are not alone. There is a Way through this. And there is no hurry.
The gifts are right here in this very spot. You cannot get any closer.
Many people said to me, they could not imagine what it was like for me.
I am not afraid to be with you in it.
I don't need you to budge an inch.
You are everything you will ever be or have right now.
One of the things I really got at my lowest point was that no one else
I don't need you to budge an inch.
You are everything you will ever be or have right now.
One of the things I really got at my lowest point was that no one else
could ever say or do anything that would make me feel better.
And after that a miracle occurred and I really experienced for myself
that I am not the black hole that is empty,
but the black hole that is full, infinitely full--
Mysteriously overflowing and I'm not doing it.
It's just what I am.
I am truly and deeply grateful as I continue to open and be undone.
There's something about this painting that so moves me. I don't have the words.
Let me thank the Universe publicly again.
Children never die.
As Byron Katie says, "No one can ever leave me. It is not possible." Amen.
All that's left when the lies are undone, is gratitude.
Tearful, heartful, from the depth of my soul, Gratitude.
but the black hole that is full, infinitely full--
Mysteriously overflowing and I'm not doing it.
It's just what I am.
I am truly and deeply grateful as I continue to open and be undone.
There's something about this painting that so moves me. I don't have the words.
Let me thank the Universe publicly again.
Children never die.
As Byron Katie says, "No one can ever leave me. It is not possible." Amen.
All that's left when the lies are undone, is gratitude.
Tearful, heartful, from the depth of my soul, Gratitude.
Please share this with anyone you know who you think might benefit.
Blessings and gratitude,
Joy
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