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Grace

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Grace does not come easily. It is a product of hard work and rugged determination. It is the steadfast willingness to move through the pain without blame, shame or disappointment. It is the ability to drown out the noise and attack life with laser like focus. It is the resolve to rise above the messiness of all that is human and embrace all that is beautiful. 

Struggling
To keep my shit
In one sock

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #159: Rugged

 

 

Author: Dancing Echoes

I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path. Awards: While I am grateful and honored for the numerous nominations, I don’t have time to respond to them with the attention they deserve, so for the most part, I am an award free blog. All photographs and words are mine unless otherwise credited. © 2015-2018 Dancing Echoes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author/owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christy Draper with appropriate and specific direction to the original content on Dancing Echoes.

14 thoughts on “Grace

  1. I wracked my brain to think of something rugged. I thought about how even though dancers look ethereal, they are in reality rugged. What you see on stage is an illusion based on years of hard work. Then my thought transmogrified into those people who seem to go through life gracefully. People who live in grace have shit going on too but they don’t make their shit someone else’s shit. It takes a lot of falling down and dusting off to live a life of grace. I have a lot of work to do.

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  2. <smile> That work, for the vast majority of us, seems to have no end. Though… some of us — I think you — have done a fair bit of it.

    I think the simple mental agility to recognize the need for the work is a signal: the work is well underway.

    I asked a drama therapist friend once: are we all broken? Is there no end to the brokenness in us all? Are any of us healthy?

    “Patrick,” she replied, “it is we who have recognized our brokenness, our hurt and pain and irrational responses to these, who are the healthiest. It is we who are healing.”

    I took no small amount of spiritual sustenance from that. The work continues.

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  3. This is almost exactly what I’m not, and why. 🙂 Nothing against holding my shit together, it’s just that the pain is a pain in the ass. 😉

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  4. Beautiful writing💜

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  5. Pain is indeed a pain in the ass and I am never going to get my shit together. But I am learning to accept that fact and not be such a control freak. More importantly, better self acceptance is helping me be better to others. I am tired of feeling like a shitty person. We are all just doing the best we can.

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