She spent years learning How to move Elegantly, effortlessly Watching her own reflection Buffing away roughness Until she could glide Across the mirror's surface Like a water bird On a still pond. But she only embodied The true meaning of grace When she learned To turn to others Who had tripped And clumsily fallen, And warmly greet them With outstretched hands - Meeting her own eyes In the mirror.
Note: Today was one of those days where I felt all over the place – scattered, frantic and a bit overwhelmed. There were a couple of places where I felt I had come up against the hard edges of life, where I was hoping to be met with leniency or a bit of extra care. May we all be offered grace when we need it – and learn to offer it to ourselves.