I’ve been a little shy about writing here. Too much noise on the internet, too much noise in Facebook, too much noise in the news in general. Well, there’s something to talk about… the news is noise.
Anyway, I’ve been doing much self reflection lately. More than usual for me, which is quite a bit, I guess. Thinking about living life with grace. And then I lost my train of thought. Happens way too often.
So… grace. What is living with grace? What does it mean to me to live with grace?
Simply, it means being kind towards others, including my significant other, people I meet, friends, and co-workers.
The reason I’m writing this is because I have not been living with grace. I have been angry and scared. Irritable and unkind.
Outside, the wind and rain, mostly the rain, are making their presence known to me and everyone else in this region. Springtime is slow in coming, and honestly, we may never see much of springtime at all. But, ahhh, there’s another example of grace, isn’t it?
Springtime is here and I can accept its presence in whatever fashion it exists or not. I can call it fall-like weather, November-like weather, whatever. The reality is that the temperature has been in the 60′s and everything is green, green, green with the peonies and roses blooming, the wooly sage swollen purple with blooms and our old rhododendrums bursting with color everywhere we look. Our Japanese maples are so brilliantly emerald green and full and luscious, they fill every window they grow in front of. Greens, reds, purples, pinks, blues. and the brown of the earth they come up from fill my senses.
Grace… what is grace. Grace is accepting what is here now. Grace is being here now. Grace is loving myself and loving my own process of unfolding. Grace is loving my co-workers even though I don’t know half of them yet because everything is changing. Grace is being there for the new people without ego and without the expectation of any gain. Grace is being.
Many years ago I was in therapy with a beautiful soul named Barbara Jo. I remember her talking about grace and I got it in a loving, nurturing kind of way instead of a religious way. It was the way she meant to convey it.
And now, many moments ago a thought arose in me about living in grace and these are the rest of the thoughts that came with it once I focused on it and decided to write about it.
If you care to write, I’d love to learn your thoughts about what grace means to you.
