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Computer gremlins were at play yesterday as I attempted writing this post. Was it as Patricia's SJT"ps title says: "Life at the speed of grace?" Wednesday night I hadn't slept well. Grace was telling me Go. To. Bed. Plus, I was all over the map with this prompt. How does grace meet me and how is it in my life? One quote I lean on is "For the grace of God, there go I". If you and I were sitting together, sipping tea or coffee, and if we were talking about our teen and young adult years, you would learn that grace protected me over some really dumb choices. (So GLAD there were no cell phones with the capability to record that period of my life!) Thanks to Ramona, I was lead to this poem, "Everyday Grace." at The Poetry Foundation. This line resonated with me: "...Suddenly an ordinary day becomes holy ground..." ~"Everyday Grace" by Stella Nesanovich. Late August, I had my blood drawn. I walked into the little room, greeted by 'Aloha", the room decorated in a Hawaiian theme. The lab technician was from the Big Island. As she drew my blood, I asked if she was affected by the Lahaina fire. She nodded, a great auntie perished. In that moment, I felt a shiver in my body, the shift, the day becoming holy. we honor, welcome in a hug her new ancestor  This is the photo from this week's Wordless Wednesday, Week 35. A secret heart, evidence of grace A stranger feels safe sharing her grief The bushtits have returned to the suet feeder A friend confides about her struggles Morning's coolness sends messages that autumn is arriving soon Blood tests reveal I am in great health Grace abides Please head over to Amy at The Poem Farm who is dishing up poetry advice. I love her photo of the stones, having just played with some myself.
9/8/2023 09:29:33 am
Jone, I am glad that you shared your post with the Spiritual Journey community. My husband's cousin and family reside in Hawaii. We heard after the Lahaina fire we were able to contact them. Thank God that grace abides and their island was not involved in the destruction. Your story is another story that makes the situation more real. Your haiku regarding loss is joyfully said. 9/8/2023 04:19:29 pm
Jone, 9/8/2023 06:54:08 pm
Jone, Hawaii was clearly near and dear to your phlebotomist. So lovely of you to care and to ask and to make a personal connection. So sad for her loss. 9/8/2023 09:17:04 pm
Oh my, Jone...grace didn't just abide, it seems to have filled you. So wonderful that you could be grace for this woman, by acknowledging her loss with your presence.
Linda Mitchell
9/9/2023 03:38:22 am
Jone, thank you. What a lovely response to the prompt. Welcoming ancestors is such a beautiful thought. Congrats on your state fair wins! I saw your post on instagram. Whoo Hooo! Go, Jone!
Mary Lee
9/9/2023 06:48:31 am
Your post definitely describes a spiritual journey and a good reminder that journeys can be day-long as well as life-long. What grace you provided and received. (Love that hidden heart!)
Jone, your words caused me to reflect on the meaning of the word ancestor (probably has something to do with my interest in genealogy). My favorite definition was this one: "Someone who has gone before us." 9/9/2023 11:27:26 pm
Very powerful haiku you wrote Jone, what a moment to share and receive, I can feel the weight of this loss. I'm glad grace is accompanying you with your health–thanks for all and for sharing this beautiful image! 9/10/2023 07:27:51 am
You've shown we only need to look and then be ready to receive, grace will come. Making connections through the spiritual journey and at the doctor shows your kind willingness to learn about someone and offer support, Jone. What a loving post and poem. 9/10/2023 09:16:46 am
Thank goodness for grace! And for your good health. So sad about the lab technician's loss of her auntie. 9/12/2023 03:13:47 am
Jone - I am struck by the holiness within loss, the 'welcoming of a new ancestor' coinciding in poetry with the return of the bushtits, which symbolize tranquility and cohesive family. The day was holy, in that your blood needed to be drawn by this particular lab tech...divine appointment. We have so many more than we realize.Thank you for being part of SJT. 9/14/2023 04:09:01 am
Thank you, Jone, for this grace-filled post. Your poem says so much with so little and is now a friend to Stella's poem. You have me thinking about the noticing, the seeing these connections, the feeling gratitude for times we have been surrounded by grace - of others, of nature, of God. xo, a. Comments are closed.
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