The who-ness of someone can never be finally named, known, claimed, controlled or predicted.*
We are all capable of great beauty in not only the things we make but also the person we are becoming.
Beauty despite all we have gone through.
Beauty because of all we have gone through:
The beauty that emerges from roundedness is a beauty infused with feeling; a beauty different from the beauty of landscape and cold beauty of perfect form. This is a beauty that has suffered its way though the ache of desolation until the words or music emerged to equal the hunger and desperation at its heart.*
How can we get our stuff together?
With imagination that comes with grace – imagination being one of the first victims in our worlds of scarcity devoid of kindness:
No one sets limits to the flow of grace. … Grace is the permanent climate of divine kindness.*
Whether we believe in god or not, playing in grace is available to all of us:
God has no why, but is the why of everything to everything: deus non habet quare sed ipsum est quare omnium et omnibus.**
Grace has no agenda and rekindles imagination for us towards being able to say I am.
And that is enough.