Yesterday afternoon was one of perfection, in that nothing was scheduled and the world was at my fingertips. And after reading and cat-napping and soaking up an episode (…or two…) of Grey’s Anatomy, I found myself finally heading out for a walk with the dog. Mind you, I would have loved nothing more than to watch a third episode at that point, but guilt reared its ugly head and I succumbed to being a good doggy mama.
Leash in hand, and dog at heel [it’s a miracle – old dogs can learn new tricks!], Mr. Darcy and I headed outside, clothed in parka and winter beanie. Halfway down the block the hooch was having a hard time staying at heel, only soon to realize because Simba the yellow lab was strutting down the street with his owner. Grace intersected us in the middle of the street 13 seconds later as Mona and I started walking around the neighborhood for the next 30 minutes together.
Grace – that unlikely (but so foreseen) appointment with another person.
Grace – finding commonality with some whom you’d never pair yourself with.
Grace – conversations of encouragement.
Grace – learning something new.
Grace – realizing that this walk with this person was exactly what you needed.
Grace – drinking in refreshment from that moment onward – oh, how awake I suddenly was!
Might we all see and hear and sense and feel those little grace-laced moments in our lives. Happy Monday!0