My mind swirls. Heart skips a beat. How can one feel so lost and found at the same time? There is a garden of promise and a harvest bleeding love. It feels so tattered yet stapled with security. I feel the hole of my sweater sewn thinly exposed at the thread's edge. I breathe in the ragged air, kiss the frost and melt. Here I find the edge I've been searching for. It is here I return despite the twisting, turnings of the mind. It is here that I wrestle free from the mind's strong grasp of despair, delight, and determined judgements. I find space, I breathe, and settle my soul at the footstep of grace.
I believe that everyone can find grace. Anyone who breathes can connect to something greater. Even the tortured souls and the dark sides that fight for our acknowledgement can be put in place with a single breath. With practice, it is available to all of us.
