We all have our own ideas and definitions about grace. To me, grace is acceping what life brings me. My own spiritual test is not about living trouble free, but accepting the hard blows of all of our lives with patience and acceptance.
I don’t speak poorly of my life, or wade in the dark pool that is self pity. The last fear years have changed the trajectory of my life. Because of heart and other issues, I can no longer help with many of the chores I did for years on the first Bedlam Farm, and now, the second.
Maria, who has so much work of her own to do – making her quilts and potholders and hanging pieces, shipping them, creating them, all while getting up early to feed the animals and staying committed and productive. Talk about grace.
She is in her studio now as I write this making up for the time she lost today driving me to and from my car dealer, who is handling the 25,000 service in Bennington,Vt..
We finished dinner, blew out the candles and she said she had to head out to her studio to make some potholders, she just had an idea of something she wants to do.
I remember always hauling the garbage cans out to the curb in Hebron and for awhile here. Now I am told, I shouldn’t do it. I was a little surprised to see Maria go sailing past me, beaming as if she was heading out to see her favorite movie.
Bleess her, bless her, if you cam smile while hauling a garbage receptacle almot as tall as you are, then I take my heat off to you. Thanks sweetie, for your grace.