This week I went to my dentist. As a survivor of oral cancer, trips to the dentist can generate a great deal of fear. Fear of pain, fear of illness, fear of disease and of course ultimately fear of death.

It’s been 6 years since I was diagnosed with cancer. And in that time there has been no re-currence.  Healing has been happening.

What has healed me? Was it the doctors? Or the treatments? Or the care? Or the love of my family and friends? Or my will to live?

Yes. It was all of that.

To heal is to become whole again. So wholeness has been happening. And wholeness happens as the fear and as the love and as all of the appearances here.

And all that remains is thanks. Deep gratitude for it all.