I do not understand

the mystery of grace-

only that it meets us where we are

and does not leave us

where it found us.

….Anne Lamott

if the world agreed that all was luminous and magical and shimmering……if we felt like miniature points of light…..if we never forgot that the stars glowed without our tending…..if only….

I see a fearless generosity in the flowers and trees, in the way birds sing out at dawn, in the steady drumming of the rain. As I grew older and found I had things to protect, I forgot. I completely forgot that I had always had enough in the first place. Now I am trying to learn this once again—total abundance, nothing begrudged……Sallie Tisdale

clearing the air

The small man builds cages for everyone he knows,

while the sage,

keeps dropping keys all night long

for the beautiful rowdy prisoners.

…..Hafiz