what is grace really? 38 m + 8 m

can't think of a better way to wake up. there's only the soothing sound of the moving breath.

all that i am aware of is, really, there's no bounds to my consciousness. it's quiet, it's vast, it's...alive.

i am alive.

the body is totally still. it feels just right to allow it to move at its own pace in its own time.

the truth of the matter is i don't want to be anywhere else other than being in the nurturing womb of the breath.

as i am preparing for my meditation posture a thought appears in the clear, quiet mind. i know immediately what this is. the solution to a situation that has been hanging around for a while.

hwubby and i have been looking at different possibilities. nothing feels exactly suitable. but this. it is so simple, so direct, it brings together 2 seemingly disparate elements, and i go, it's so obvious, you can even say they've been under my nose all this time, how come i don't see it?

einstein says on coming to his famous equation, i've been working on it and thinking about it for a long time, it's not getting anywhere, then, i'm not really thinking about it, it's quiet and still, and it just comes.


mmm. it looks like i have an einstein moment. but i digress.

i write my own little discovery down and move on with my meditation. having said and done that, now i wonder if i come out of meditation sooner than usual because of a tiny tug of excitement pulling me to work on implementing it.

anyway, all this is grace, all this is grace and all this is grace. my breath holds the sound of grace.

hwubby says, what is grace really?

i say, i am grace, am i not? kidding around aside, my beloved teacher says, grace is that which takes you back to the source.

aaahhh, back to the awareness of i am none other than my own inner self. from that place anything that is impossible to the human mind is possible to the self within.