Out of one experience another emerges, ephemeral but never-ending. These are the days of our lives. Try as we may, we cannot hold them yet we must stand in each if we are to receive what each day offers, a sip of grace.
It is a daily dose, “the taste of pure water; you can only discover it by abandoning all flavorings” (Nisargadatta Maharaj).
The new day is sweet if we willing let go of the previous day but bitter if the yesterday is one we would savor longer.
Grace fills the day as does the sun and recedes when sun and day are done. In the in-between, the experience empties in preparation for grace we are yet to sip.
We stand at the shore of day to drink in the experience of being alive, to taste its pure water.
Come to know the power and authority of your graces
with the same precision with which you have
come to know your brokenness and pain.