Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.
Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
Along with many others, one of the things I love about this time of year is reflecting on the year soon past and choosing a word to guide me in the year to come. It's one of those simple but profound rituals that I now relish. The word has power. It shapes and anchors and holds space for me throughout the year.
I normally spend quite a lot of time pondering the choice and allowing 'the one' float to the surface of a shortlist. This time it happened quite differently. The word chose me, swiftly and without much contemplation. Grace.
A lovely colleague of mine made this star and gifted it to me last week for Christmas. She said she'd chosen a word to engrave for each member of our team by thinking of us in turn and drawing a card from a pack she has. Each was bizarrely apt, ranging from resilience through courage and patience... none of which would have been just right for me. When she gave me mine though, that was it, word chosen. Or rather, it felt like it had chosen me.
For me grace embodies a combination of joy-filled ease, everyday finesse and conscious gratitude that I feel I need to be making space for in my life again, more deliberately. This feels like the word I need to help me encourage and embrace those things in this year ahead.
I also like the element of surrender suggested in the words she included with the gift. I'm happy to 'give up the struggle and allow the universe to participate in the creation of [my] life'. 2015 had many brights spots and was also a year of struggle. I'm ready for a year guided by grace. Thank you.
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A lovely colleague of mine made this star and gifted it to me last week for Christmas. She said she'd chosen a word to engrave for each member of our team by thinking of us in turn and drawing a card from a pack she has. Each was bizarrely apt, ranging from resilience through courage and patience... none of which would have been just right for me. When she gave me mine though, that was it, word chosen. Or rather, it felt like it had chosen me.
For me grace embodies a combination of joy-filled ease, everyday finesse and conscious gratitude that I feel I need to be making space for in my life again, more deliberately. This feels like the word I need to help me encourage and embrace those things in this year ahead.
I also like the element of surrender suggested in the words she included with the gift. I'm happy to 'give up the struggle and allow the universe to participate in the creation of [my] life'. 2015 had many brights spots and was also a year of struggle. I'm ready for a year guided by grace. Thank you.
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1 comment:
Definitely suits you I think. The words she included are apt and, also, you do everything with such grace! xox
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