In the play The Man of La Mancha Don Quixote said on his deathbed, “I just wanted to add a measure of grace to the world.”
I can’t think of a better goal in life — or a better goal for today.
Just to add a bit more grace to the world.
We add grace to the world when we approach each day as a day of possibility, a day when good things can happen, when we can plant a few more seeds of kindness, a day when we can do a little something to mend a torn or broken place in someone’s life.
We add grace to the world when we approach each day as learners, looking for lessons that can help us grow and mature and become deeper, more thoughtful, with more capacity to give and to benefit others.
We add grace to the world when we watch our words carefully.
We add grace to the world when we are patient with those who irritate us.
We add grace to the world when we laugh, when we find the humor in our silliness, the incongruity of so much of life, the crazy coincidences that surprise and delight us.
We add grace to the world when we cry, when we feel the pain that courses through the world and try to do something to slow its flow.
We add grace to the world when we just determine to be ourselves, to use the gifts we’ve been given, to take off the masks we use to hide our true selves and let the world see us and know us as we are.
In the play The Man of La Mancha Don Quixote said on his deathbed, “I just wanted to add a measure of grace to the world.”
May each one of us be a channel of grace today.
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Thank You
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our sick need mercy
since the ram has touched the wall
May God’s grace save them
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I want to sit and listen to that song when I have a few minutes
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Hilarious
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the ants go marching
one by one, hurrah, hurrah
even they need food
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Goodnight now!
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Sorry, bad spelling and punctuation. Sleep calls
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A friend in Aus going to bed.
May you all make the best of the day .
I hold my Imonk compatriots close and as I retire you are all in my evening prayers.
Take care Christiane, you are special to us all.?
Sussn
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Susan, my morning companions in the garden were the birds, the squirrels, a small rabbit . . . . they brought grace and comforting just in their presence and I was thankful
day by day, so it goes
sending hug 🙂
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The smallest graces are prominent in the kingdom.
https://youtu.be/dgIulNiyoiY I was reminded of this scene from Willy Wonka.
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the T- tanic has struck the iceberg
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“In the play The Man of La Mancha Don Quixote said on his deathbed, “I just wanted to add a measure of grace to the world.””
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King parrots swoop above my head as I collect the papers from the frosty front lawn.
Doves coo and magpies screetch, Wattle birds haggle amoungst themselves. Blackbirds sing looking for a mate.
Dawn, although cold is marvellous
This makes a nice change from the bickering and opposing political statements which abound this week.
Just look outside, consider, assess again and then look again.
Whatever will happen is inevitable . Our little protest is but nought.
Let us each reconsider how we affect our neighbours or loved ones and whether it is for good or ill.
Carpe Diem.
Susan
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a thousand ants
swarm the stoop
full of purpose
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His grace is our sufficiency
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Grace
She takes the blame
She covers the shame
Removes the stain
It could be her name
Grace
It’s the name for a girl
It’s also a thought that
Changed the world
And when she walks on the street
You can hear the strings
Grace finds goodness
In everything
Grace
She’s got the walk
Not on a ramp or on chalk
She’s got the time to talk
She travels outside
Of karma, karma
She travels outside
Of karma
When she goes to work
You can hear her strings
Grace finds beauty
In everything
Grace
She carries a world on her hips
No champagne flute for her lips
No twirls or skips between her fingertips
She carries a pearl
In perfect condition
What once was hurt
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer stings
Because Grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things
Grace finds beauty
In everything
Grace finds goodness in everything
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