Today’s #LongerView sips from something larger-than-life, “The Grace of Acceptance.” It means accepting that what fuels our fire creates our circumstances, both chaos and constancy. It’s tricky, I think, learning the grace of acceptance. As always, I provide the swinging bench. Have a seat; I hope you enjoy the post. Thanks for stopping by.
Life or death. A hurricane brings both to the forefront. The decision to stay or to go is the storm within a storm. Regardless, there is no escaping the experience of a hurricane. Now or later, you won’t miss it. Everything and everyone is scrutinized. We find out who we are and who we are... Continue Reading →
I must buy more T-shirts that give people pause. It’s good for them, I think, and I know it’s good for me. It shakes us up. This morning, I wore my “Nasty Women Project” shirt, more for a color coordinated look than as a statement. I always enjoy wearing it but as often happens, I... Continue Reading →
As I finished my morning yoga practice, I paused to look out my front room window. A squirrel was jumping from limb to limb. A wish from long ago dropped in: Oh, if all I had to do was leap from limb to limb.... It seemed so carefree, and I longed to escape. The world... Continue Reading →
I’m finding my way through another chronic illness fog. It is one of substance, a “pea souper,” thick with the unexpected. I happen suddenly upon health hazards no matter how cautiously I proceed. Often, there is not even a murky outline of warning. My own words surprise me, blurts here and there. Often, I create... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
Relinquishing the delusional hope that we can or must be flawless— allows us to seek happiness in the only place it can be found: our real, messy, imperfect experience. Martha Beck It is Monday, already messy. I am not consciously aware of believing in flawless living but I am not without my delusions. It is... Continue Reading →
Today, I visited with an orthopedic doctor regarding the osteoarthritis in my hips. It seems I no longer have hip joints. “They are gone,” he said. How is that possible? Mainly, it is not impossible—this mystery of grace. In baring ourselves to the reality we have, we find resiliency. As Anne Lamott said, the mystery... Continue Reading →