Grace

I'm not sure that I believe in God (or god), but I do believe in Grace.

In my limited experience, I have come to believe that grace always exists, but we don't always see it. This week I experienced it twice.

On Saturday I sat at the feet of Lebanese woman as she "read" the gritty patterns left in my coffee cup. The mother of a dear friend of mine, she interpreted my destiny and her daughter translated, covered heads tilted together reading, then back laughing. We sat and giggled together the way that women have always done everywhere.

This morning I had coffee with a new friend and connected like old souls.

hmmmm.... I don't know that grace always involves coffee; but I can't rule it out.

Incoherent musings after prolonged silence

Call it the mind-numbing boredom of my summer job, or the not-so-summer-like weather we are experiencing, but I decided to post again. It has been quite some time. I feel like the past however long that I've left silent could be summed up in few words. "Failed attempt at love" or "Failed attempt at being loved", but more likely the truth is less fatalistic and more like; "An exploration of my expectations", or simply; "Hiding." Whatever it is/was, I find myself suddenly alive again, re-animated like a revived cylon emerging from the birthing pool.

Put the good my pocket and set the rest down. Lesson learned.

Ojala (Inshallah)

So I am facing the summer. No travel plans in the immediate future, though Mexico sits, waiting in the fall. I'm good with that. Summer in Colorado. New bike and endless trails. Good friends, good family. No illusions. Renewed hope. There are definitely worse things in the world. I could list them if you would like; but not just now...