Today’s practice almost didn’t happen. Thanks to a sleepless night from feeling ill, I was in no shape to meditate this morning. I put it off and put it off, and finally, as the sun set, settled down for my 30 minutes.
I didn’t have much of a direction or even intention, but it was as though the act of practicing at a non-traditional time gave me the lesson.
Grace. We hear it, but don’t always understand it. Grace, as defined by my meditating mind, is a state of allowing and accepting what is to be enough without change.
Makes perfect sense. Grace isn’t forgiveness. It isn’t against a perceived wrongdoing, and it often doesn’t come at the conclusion of an action. Turns out my lesson on grace was to grant it to myself for not having sat in meditation sooner. What’s the point of beating ourselves up over things we can’t change that don’t actually affect the running of the world? I didn’t want to carry that with me so I chose to allow grace to step in, and I’m glad I did.
If you’re interested in finding your own grace, ask yourself in meditation where you need to extend grace to yourself. Then listen, feel, and soften. It might surprise you. I’d love to hear what you find.