This morning, I drove to Church feeling a sense of joy and my spirit freeing.  I settled down to meditate and continued to experience that freeing joy and saw a clear path, like a tunnel of light reaching far into the horizon. At the same time, I felt a responding cry, “here I come, Lord.” I knew it to be being with the dying, especially at their crossing over, to my own crossing over. As I looked at that path, I felt very moved and found my eyes watering with tears. I wanted to revel in that moment and stayed looking at that path, soaking in it. I am still in it, I do not want to think, I just want to soak it in.