It felt ungraceful at first this morning. My neighbor, attempting to be of service or at least felt like reciprocating, decided the time I broadcast - which he didn't know was the time I broadcast - was the perfect moment to use his very loud leaf blower right by my door.
Ironic that we were discussing and writing on the topic of grace - love and kindness just because. Compassion because it is what we know in our hearts is to be.
How perfect. And frustrating. And challenging. And... insert your adjective here.
Participate in this morning's grace-filled (and sometimes loud!) brain dump here -