Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
Writing for five minutes.
A sort of writing flash mob.
I always wanted to be graceful.
I wanted my twirls to look like watercolor paintings.
And I wanted gazelle-like leaps. All across the backyard.
But that is not the body with which I was born.
Life is funny like that.
We spend so much time dreaming about what could have been.
I need to change that.
Rather than pushing myself to be graceful, when I'm not, I want to start living a life full of grace.
I want to walk the floors of my home, running fingertips along kitchen counters and bookshelves and sinks, leaving trails of acceptance and gratitude.
I want to be generous, in heart and mind and spirit, so that those who expected disfavor or disgust or disconnection are surprised by joy.
And I want my life to sing, like those little notes that stand on the shoulders of the bigger notes, making every song that much more full.
Full of grace. That's what I want.
