Moments of Grace
Every now and then, when I’m not even looking for happiness, it comes in a beautiful moment of grace. Take this evening, for instance.
I walked out the door to run to the store and stepped into a moment of perfection. To the east, summer’s last full moon was gliding up over the hills. To the west, an apricot sky hung over a deep blue silhouette of hills. In the field, a light mist was rising and a chorus of cricket sounds filled every molecule of the fragrant air. It was one of those moments that fills you with such awe that you want just to stand inside it forever.
The poetry of it lingered as I drove into town. A young boy walking home from football practice, an old man riding a bicycle, the streetlights casting their pink light on the pavement—it all seemed like a beautiful movie set come to life around me.
The more I practice happiness, consciously taking time to savor the moment, the more these moments of grace unfold, and the more they strike me with their depth and beauty. Late in the afternoon I went for a walk in the field and was dazzled by the sudden tapestry of glowing September color. It, too, touched me with its perfection, creating within me such a waves of happiness and gratitude for the good fortune of simply being alive and witnessing the vibrancy of the life around me.
These moments of grace come unbidden and feel like a cool breeze rising from nowhere on a hot day. They’re gifts, little jeweled moments that put me in touch with the core of my being and connect me to the ineffable Something that underlies and supports us all. It’s too large to name. But I whisper to it, “Thank you. I love you.” And it breathes back a happiness that enfolds and lifts me and makes me feel whole.
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