To be human is to experience the grace of being alive.
Wild, Gusty Grace
by Vonda Drees
It became my fall routine –
a daily slip and slide
down the river’s high bank.
My trust and gratitude grew for Dogwood and Alder,
whose branches I learned to grasp
to steady my descent.
And then one day when the river was particularly low,
I sat for just a bit longer on the warm, smooth stones of the shore.
In the distant green hills,
a gust of wind created a shiver among the trees.
As it approached, it skimmed over the shallow water.
Before I knew what was happening,
the shiver came through me, too,
raising the hairs on my arms and sending tingles through my body.
Memories are like that:
rhythmic dilations of consciousness
pulsing through us in unguarded moments –
unguarded moments.
This wild grace --
such a shift in power,
such a surrendering
from within,
such a stir on our skin....
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To be human is to experience the grace of being alive.
Wild, Gusty Grace
by Vonda Drees
It became my fall routine –
a daily slip and slide
down the river’s high bank.
My trust and gratitude grew for Dogwood and Alder,
whose branches I learned to grasp
to steady my descent.
And then one day when the river was particularly low,
I sat for just a bit longer on the warm, smooth stones of the shore.
In the distant green hills,
a gust of wind created a shiver among the trees.
As it approached, it skimmed over the shallow water.
Before I knew what was happening,
the shiver came through me, too,
raising the hairs on my arms and sending tingles through my body.
Memories are like that:
rhythmic dilations of consciousness
pulsing through us in unguarded moments –
unguarded moments.
This wild grace --
such a shift in power,
such a surrendering
from within,
such a stir on our skin.
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