Two of the people I’ve learned the most from in this life taught me about moments of grace. Those moments of sacred connection and mystery in our everyday worlds that remind us of what is most possible.
My youngest niece is a whirl of energy and strength. A pure moment of grace at my sister’s wedding last night: dancing with the littlest M as she tugged and whirled me into her vortex. Pure energy and light and force.
“If there was a really cute bunny and you,” I said to her, “who would be cuter?” “I don’t know!” she said, immediately turning herself into a bunny.