Grace

This month has me frenzied and I think I’m losing hair as well as sleep. I’ve accidentally flaked on so many things, and I know it’s because I’ve overextended. I am layers deep in my Google calendar and you don’t want to see the buildup in my daily planner. My studio is made of stacks: projects, storage, papers, tools and material. There is no discernment when placing one on top of another, but gravity seems to think so and I fear avalanches will follow.

I finished a huge project, which allowed my shoulders to breathe. This I mistakenly took for more time to serve others, but who could believe me when I can’t seem to keep up? Here I am, making time, like I can add matter to this universe.

There’s a lot of grace being spread over my life right now, and I am thankful and humbled by those who pick me up when I can’t seem to.

Softly

I did my best to scout the neighborhood when I was sixteen, finding a quick route versus a scenic one. I dream often of the downhill slope from my childhood house. I moved thirty miles north a few years later, and had to approach the same city from a different perspective. I fought to keep my old routes, though it would take me twice as long to get anywhere in my old neighborhood. Months passed, and I finally began venturing. I asked the map for directions. I took the highway through the middle of the city, and not the one that cradles.