If I could choose a name for myself – one that would invite me to live into it, it would be Grace. I love the sound of it, something soft and flowing and full of love about it. It feels like a big soul hug. I used to think about grace in terms of movement of the body and rarely measured up when considered in this way, except maybe when  I was deep into a run and had lost myself in it. When I think of it as movement of the soul, then grace feels possible. I sometimes feel graceful when I’m writing. I also feel graceful when I’m really connecting with someone. Grace also finds its way to me when I am still, quiet, and open.


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