In waiting for grace, we miss grace.

The grace of each ordinary, timeless moment, as it is.

And you stand naked in front of life, moment by moment,

knowing that whatever happens is totally okay

even in the midst of perfect devastation,

which, of course, is devastating perfection.

This is freedom beyond the speaking of it.

Can we meet beyond the story of us,

in the place beyond expectations,

and hold each other there?

Can we meet beyond the dream of tomorrow,

and rediscover what is here today,

so that today becomes tomorrow, effortlessly?

Haven’t we always been meeting like this,

here at the edge of the world,

where everything is possible?”

~ Jeff Foster

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