Yesterday I hit a wall as solid as a concrete block. My ego wanted to fight through with dark destruction. Then a whisper in my soul said, “this is grief and it needs LOVE.”
So, I took a breath, which felt like love, and then another, and felt the quiver of solid destruction turning into open raw space.
I guess that is how this grace thing works, we breath into the pain and give it love.
I need to remember this!