Grace

Some days I feel like I am exactly where I am supposed to be.  What I want and what I have are the same exact thing.  Everything is in harmony, and my mind vibrates, like the ghostly harmonics that hover over a perfectly tuned guitar chord.  It’s a higher state of being.  I once read a description of this as being in a "state of grace."

 

Today I’m in a state of grace.  No particular reason – it’s cold and dreary, I worked hard all weekend, I didn’t sleep well last night, we didn’t do much at all today besides grocery shop, cook, and tidy the house.  Nevertheless, I have been blessed with a perfect day.  Perfect peace.