Arriving From Grace

Arriving from grace:

yes, I am a bit surprised to find myself drawn to the rosary, with my own long time mantra now being replaced by an almost forgotten childhood prayer, beads slipping through my fingers in a silent count of trust. But it feels familiar too, ancient, even feral, as if I’m returning myself to the womb of the great mother herself. There are a few changes in the wording and process, a spontaneous replacement of the closing word “death” with what feels like a more natural expression — awakening. The Lords Prayer is most often omitted and as I reach those larger beads I am reminded instead of these oft repeated lines from A Course in miracles — I am not a body, I am free, as I am still as God created me. The prayer has become my own, it feels alive,

and I allow the words to be whispered to me from their Source.

indeed, arriving from grace.

blessing me.

~

I love you, Eric