A Drop of Grace
It was about 2007, Spring, I think, maybe Summer. I was riding my bike to the Alano Club. It was a beautiful day and I was not feeling awful, which at that time in my life was a rare blessing. I did not feel great, but I did not feel awful.
I rode my bike along the sea wall on a concrete boardwalk between the Bayview and the Plaza. It was a high tide, but not super high.
As I rode by a drop of sea water landed playfully on my cheek. I felt its consciousness as it absorbed into my skin.
It was not that a wave had sent me a drop of water, it was that the drop of water brought itself to me, a blessing out of nowhere, a drop of Grace. I felt its playful, joyous, grace-filled being, laughing and giggling as it splashed onto my cheek and absorbed into my skin , becoming a part of me.
A moment. A moment of wonder. I didn’t deserve it or not deserve it. It came from a place where that word has no meaning and that concept doesn’t exist. I felt it as it gifted itself to me. I think of it often, it brings me solace and wonder.
It didn’t sacrifice itself; somehow. There was no loss.
That is what I want to be in the world and beyond this world: a playful drop of Grace from out of nowhere; a laughing, giggling joyous gift. That is my heart’s true desire, and all of this suffering and strife that is Life in this Universe just clouds my true intention and being. When I leave here, that is what I will become and nothing else; a playful kiss.