Grace.... Silence of body, soul and mind

A peacefully state under the willow
A moment in time where all is

Grace... A unity of .... Journey

I once read that grace means more than gifts. In grace something is transcended, once and for all overcome. Grace happens in spite of something; it happens in spite of separateness and alienation. Grace means that life is once again united with life, self is reconciled with self. Grace means accepting the abandoned one. Grace transforms fate into a meaningful vocation. It transforms guilt to trust and courage. The word grace has something triumphant in it.

Grace is the determination to remain calm when faced with your most vulnerable fears....placing your faith in the Universe to correct the balance.

Grace is the want to take away your young son's malignant melanoma so he may have a full life.

Grace is the thing I am lacking....along with courage and dignity.

Grace is the period of time that is most deserved by a young man with the whole world ahead of him, and something I cannot provide.


Grace is what eludes me as I shout with raw fear at the gods and goddesses who dare threaten my son's life.


Grace is where I fall from when I curse all and any who try to make themselves feel better with empty platitudes....when I want to spit at doctors and tear at the Fates.