Moments of Real Grace
Once in awhile, we're given moments of real Grace.
Sometimes, during my early morning meditation, a place within me opens and parts of myself let go that I didn't even know we're holding on. In this moment I feel the hardened places in my heart and body yield to a great softness carried on my breath, and I am filled with compassion for the part of me that is always trying, organizing, problem solving, anticipating. And my mind stops and simply follows my breath. A great faith washes through me, a knowing that everything that needs to get done will get done. My shoulders drop an inch, the small yet familiar ache in my chest eases, and the moment stretches. There is enough, enough time, enough energy, enough of all that is needed. A great tenderness for myself and the world opens inside me, and I know I belong to this time, to these people, to this earth, and to something that is both within and larger than all of it, something that sustains and holds us all. I do not want to be anywhere else. I am filled with commitment to and compassion for myself and the world.