Grace

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break. William Shakespeare.

I walked along the MunjipTrack this morning. It was windy and storm clouds were scudding across the horizon, but, out on the Tollgate Islands, a beam of bright sunlight shone down upon the wave strewn ocean, a message, to even to the most pragmatic and least spiritual among us, that hope always returns to human hearts.

Some people have words for the year, some mantras to keep going in dark and difficult times; when loss comes, as it does to all humans, I think about what that one person taught me across their life. Grace is a hard word to define and means so many things to so many different people. Grace is the ability to sit with who we are in stillness and silence without the need to distract ourselves from dark moments or equally joyful moments. Grace allows us to forgive ourselves, but more importantly others as we each conceive of ourselves as centres of the universe whilst in reality we are so many small and transient creatures spinning around glued by gravity to this strange and beautiful blue green planet beneath a twinkling night sky.

Go with grace.