Musings

(Sorry if this offends) This is about how I look for grace in the mundane: Recently I was driving and I had super spicy Thai food the other night.  Yep-I was dying to use the bathroom.  You know when it approaches unthinking instinct? Like hands reach inside you and are wringing your stomach?  That was me.  And suddenly…the urge disappears.  It’s all good.  I’m copacetic.  I am A-Okay.  And I made it to the bathroom.

Maybe the angels didn’t burst from the clouds, maybe I didn’t see a golden glowing Yoda archetype, but hey…

At that moment I would have picked that brief reprieve over any of those things.