There are things you can’t reach. But you can reach out to them, and all day long. The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of God. And it can keep you as busy as anything else, and happier. The snake slides away; the fish jumps, like a little lily, out of the water and back in; the goldfinches sing from the unreachable top of the tree. I look; morning to night I am never done with looking. Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around as though with your arms open……Mary Oliver
how do we want to spend our days? how do we actually spend our days? who’s voice do we hear within our longing? we pay attention and know it as divine work……
Grace has another meaning, beyond the physical representations and refinement. It is enlightenment, it is divinity, it is transcendence- it’s being able to lie on a grassy hill with your hands behind your head, staring up at the speckled sunshine pouring through a swaying canopy of leaves. Having grace is about being able to hear the wind, smell the grass, and feel the heat of the sun- all while knowing that your own tiny existence has meaning and magnitude. There’s divinity in each and every one of us that often gets pushed aside or flat our ignored. True grace is experiencing all the beauty of the universe, and allowing yourself to be overwhelmed by it……Lesbia Gabriela Perdomo
Every so often, go where you can hear a wooden screen door shut.