Ahh - Musing Grace (for a Wednesday morning)

Yes, it's Tuesday night. But I need to make sure I'm on time, and present, just in case you all come knocking on the Ragtags Studio door Wednesday morning 3am. Where have I been you might well ask? Gosh, it always seems like more of a commitment than I'm ready for, to actually sit down and post something worthwhile (aww, whatever made me think my posts hafta always be "worthwhile"? And who's to say what worthwhile even is anyhow??). If you know me from Facebook, Twitter, or Real Life(!), you know that the past year (and some) my life got a little more - what's that word? Harried? Frenetic? Impossible? You pick ... frankly, I'm too tired ... and yet,  I still have a few thoughts, especially on the subject of grace.

Now when I'm NOT at work at the pre-school or gym, it's a stretch to think of doing anything besides curling up with an enthralling read, luxuriating in a steamy bubble bath, or to be realistic, just getting a decent night's sleep. But there are berry bushes and the coffee house geraniums to prune, children and grandchildren, and a husband to tend, friends and neighbors (and coworkers) to "be there for", and all of the daily commitments, duties, promises that make one's life a pleasure and a pain, that fill the days and craft the spirit of one trying to learn to serve.

So wherein lies grace? As an artist, I look for grace in moments (not infrequently stolen) of clarity and courage, the clarity of a piece moving forward, abounding with love and my halcyon vision, and the courage to see it through to the end, despite doubt and fatigue. And really, extrapolated to the whole of my life,  courage and grace (and a wicked sense of humor) in veritable CinemaScope are what I pray for,  each and every day of it.