Yesterday, I wrote about the grace of a very special mother who put her everything into her little daughter, and my inner desire to celebrate her.
For in my 50 years of life, I have seen two things: the transformative power of such selfless love (“Grace”) and how difficult it is to be graceful in love. My adopted mother had shown me that grace. She believed utterly in me, even when I did not believe in myself. She loved me more when I was at my worst, when the world had given up on me.
And in recent years, my soulmate has shown me the same grace. When I was like a bird with broken wing, he had mended me patiently. No, actually, mended is the wrong word. He had transformed me with his Grace, so that I dance joyously with the stars and radiate love, where once I had been broken. I read these words of Rumi’s and thought about him, as I always will.
There doesn’t exist a being Your grace cannot transfigure,
And the Lover You choose lives in joy forever.
What atom could Your Grace even for a moment come near
Without making it more magnificent than a thousand suns?
– Jalal-ud-Din Rumi
(Translated by Andrew Harvey from A Year of Rumi)
There is a Grace that lives within all of us. Find yours. And do something amazing : be courageous enough to give it away ❤