I have been thinking about the poem I put on my blog by e.e. cummings. The last five words have been on my mind for weeks, "... only dying makes us grow."Every time I read this part, I think of jumping off a cliff, free falling, and on the way, letting go of everything I hold on to, and landing on my feet on solid ground, and then moving into the divine plan and purpose that awaits me. Walking in the freedom that was mine from the begining. I jumped off the cliff, but I am still in the "Free Falling" phase. God is definatley working on me though, and the ground is not far away, I know it.