BEING PRESENT TO GRACE

Being Present to Grace

some days its all I can do but jump in the car and head out to the country

where the crickets sing a different lullabye all their own

the breeze whips stronger thru your hair

and the air smells fresher...

there is a quietness  you can't find in the city, a gentleness, a calmness that settles deep into my soul

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we jump in the car and head out to the country. the roads are less traveled here and you can stop alongside dirt roads and pick flowers, you can breathe in the country  air and let it deeply fill your lungs till there is no space left untouched, until your spirit feels renewed and brand new.

you can hear the birds as they flock together in masses and fly away and you feel as if your soul is flying with them...

you feel as if its a secret place you've stumbled upon unexpectedly 

the colors are more vibrant in the country, the wind more aggressive and the quiet is deafening

its an escape, a longing my soul needs from time to time

and i always come home refreshed, grateful and full of grace.

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XOXO