I wrote a bog for HuffPo – Instruction on Grace – please do go read it, I think you’ll like it!
They like you to add a picture to your blogs – and sure, who doesn’t like a picture!
But when I went to grab a picture for grace, well, really all that made sensewas one of those girls-with-open-arms-in-silhouette-against- blue-sun-filled-sky shots. Some included maybe the ocean. Maybe some birds. Maybe some wheat blowing in the wind. But I swear that same girl with her breezy dress is in every shot. And – I mean nothing against her, it’s correct, if you were in that moment you might feel grace, but there comes a point when images loose all their power and instead of saying grace they say hacky. Which spell check really wants to change to tacky. Not tacky. Hacky!
Anyway I made the above image in a crude attempt to picturify my blog creatively. Don’t hold that against the writing which I think you will enjoy. And if you do, please share.
It’s featured on the Life Lessons section. I’m so close to being the next Deepak.
Here’s an excerpt…
This is the instruction I have been given on grace.
Grace cannot be taken. Grace can be received.
Grace is knowing: Don’t make it worse. When things are difficult, no action is required. Waiting is the beginning of grace. Restraint is the beginning of grace.
Grace has the word race in it. And sometimes you can move very quickly when you are filled with grace. The way a car seems to drive better if it has more fuel. You know you have reserves. You can go without thinking about it. Grace. Go with grace.
When you say grace before a meal you say you understand that you and the food are one. There is no separation between you and the food. Or you and anything else. There is no separateness. Separation is illusion. Moving with that knowledge is moving with grace.
Happy new year! I finally took my beloved Alexander McQueen jacket in for the lining redo. I didn’t want to. I love the lining. But it is ripped to shreds. New year new lining! So I went to buy the fabric and there was this wall. I love fabric stores. All that potential. All that bright promise. May your year be as soft as silk. As fun as fake fur. As sparkly as sequins. May you have the comfort of flannel. The mystery of velvet. The certainty of cotton. May you have the sexiness of spandex and the financial security of wool. May you have the convenience of rayon. And the magic of organza. May the tantra of your life – the weave of it be rich and bold. And may you always feel the golden thread connecting you. Much love. Much love. Much love. XoLearn More