• Inner Work,  spirituality

    My Brush With Death

    Yesterday, on the way home from an appointment in Leduc, I had a brush with death.   A semi tow truck heading the opposite way from me on a rural highway blew a tire right in front of me and swerved into my lane.  All I saw and heard was what seemed like part of the truck blowing up.   I can’t quite describe the image of a grill of a truck at least twice or three times the size of my own barreling toward me.  Somehow, in the moment before a head on collision, the truck swerved back into its lane, while I swerved toward the shoulder, somehow missing a guard…