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Grace is being given a beautiful day to spend outside and so I stand at the kitchen window wondering whether to venture out into the garden... or possibly even further into the backwoods where I know the heart will be renewed. But soap clings to my arms from drowning dishes, and the box of vegetables have begun to smell like my Polish grandmother’s backyard. And so, I begin to throw away the sunken squash and garlic ashes - and scoop the pale beetroot into the compost, only to pause and smile at the life alchemizing itself inside this dark space, and then I realize that Grace is too, what allows me to decide how I spend this day and what gets to transform me.
An invitation for reflection:
What do you think you ‘should' be doing today and how can you gently turn towards what is being asked of you instead?
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It isn’t uncommon for me to read your words and feel viscerally as if someone whom I’ve never met is inextricably linked to me in a way that my separately-conditioned brain just doesn’t (yet) quite comprehend.
This morning when discussing with my partner our day’s plans--which, here in downtown Chicago, require us venturing out into the cold, gray, slushy, post-blizzard mess of the city to view several overpriced units closer to our son’s school--I was feeling overwhelmed, to say the least. Some of the overwhelm has been obvious, since we’re anticipating moving for the 5th time in less than 4 years:-/
But most of the overwhelm I’m feeling is, as usual, fueled by a deeper fear. My/our growing awareness of how much individual and combined intergenerational trauma as a couple has fueled so much unnecessary struggle in our own family, struggle which has impacted our precious son more than either of us wants to admit, has led the risk of making another “bad” living decision as his parents to feel somewhat larger than life.
Yet, minutes before reading this beautiful poem, I shared with my partner an inspiring passage I’d been reflecting on from Thomas Hubl’s book, Healing Collective Trauma:
“From the mystical perspective, this is an essential principle of grace and is always true. The future indeed has the power to rewrite the past. In fact, when we integrate shadow or trauma, we’re utilizing this principle because healing past energy creates a forward ripple effect.”
I can’t explain even a tiny fraction of the infinite healing I’ve felt in the past 6 months by connecting more deeply with you and the Mystery connecting us all through your work, Sez. But I pray these beautiful seeds of grace you so freely sow with your words here are reaped back exceedingly, abundantly, and infinitely for you, for everyone you love, and for every single life like mine you’ve touched so deeply with your faithful work.
Oh Sez! Thank you for this beautiful poem that pulls me inward while standing in the midst of ordinary daily activities. As always , thank you for you insights.🙏🏻