I like to think that every body achieves some kind...

2009-07-06T06:23:34.643-07:00

I like to think that every body achieves some kind of grace at some point, in some measure, even if we aren't dancers...

From B. Doyle's Grace Notes:

"The undulating grace of horizons and waterlines, of new countries looming up through the mist as the ship nears harbor. The graceful lines of land fleeing in every direction from where you stand in the furrowed field. The smooth sweet smelling grace of a woman with child, the muscular grace of a man's knotted back at work. The cheek of child, the shank of youth, the measured grace of the aged.

"The thin brave knobby-kneed yellow sticks that prop up herons, my wife's elegant neck when she folds back her hair with that unconscious practiced female flip of fingers, the slow pained kneeling of an old woman in chapel. The lope of an animal loping. A tree leaping very slowly sunward. A child's hilarity. The endurance of sadness. The shudder of calm after rage."

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I like to think that every body achieves some kind...