I climb onto a folding chair and reach up, at one point balancing only on my right leg, both arms extended. I tape a string to the ceiling and when I let go, watch as the sparkling snowflake at the other end of the string dangles in the sky of my apartment.
In the background, Christmas music blares, and if this is your first time tuning in, you would catch the joy and routine, but you’d miss the wonder.
Look at my body, holding.
Look at this hip, gluesticked together, helping to hold up a whole sky. Remember when it was snapped in prison? How they said it wasn’t? How they said the human controlled the hip, so the human did?
The human fought a fire, hundred of pounds of fire hose resting on cracked hip, boots sliding against mud, holding.
The human living and sliding and fighting on the cracked hip for years. Holding and balancing because she had to.
How there was finally surgery and a revolt of clot and stroke, and then more surgery through a pandemic, and a dinosaur cane and specialty shoes and a physical therapist who crosses his arms like he will wait a million years for each next step.
And now this, the next step, another season.
Holding from love, not fight.
Watch me glitter the whole sky.
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I was thinking this morning about those moments in a long running series, when a small innocuous thing happens and it is deeply meaningful if you’ve watched prior episodes or read the other books. I don’t know if there’s a word for this type of moment, but I love them. Sometimes, I think I forget to pay attention to them in real life. I looked back in my last week and tried to think of a moment that fit the bill, knowing I would find one, because that’s how life is.
Everything feels miraculous when you really think about what it took to bring us to the moment.
rarasaur 
Over many bumps in the road you have prevailed with grace! Love and hugs. Di
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Thanks, Di! I think what strikes me most is how we all have. Humans are so… human-y. 🙂 xo!
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❤️
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Made me cry
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You fill the sky with your light…
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💕❤️ thank you!
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I am so, so happy for you and I love those moments also! I don’t know if there is a word or a term for those moments when grace becomes evident… Maybe we should create a name for such a thing…? Perhaps something like….
Grace-tag—that moment when Grace kisses your cheek to show you how far you’ve come and to remind you that she’s had your back all along….
That’s just a start. We can keep coming up with new ones until the right one reveals itself.
Big hugs
😘🥰😘
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“When grace becomes evident” – gorgeously said. And thank you. Gracelight moment? Just adding to the idea list 🙂
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Gracelight moment…..Yes!! Love it!!!!
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I love this. That last sentence is everything.
Alison 💕
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Thank you 💕❤️
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I am so happy that you have these moments. That despite the bumps in the road, you can see the stars on the horizon – and the ones on the ceiling. ❤ As you say, they are important.
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Thank you, Jantine. Your always-support is a gift 💕❤️
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I love this wonderful insight: “Everything feels miraculous when you really think about what it took to bring us to the moment.”
It is easy to get down during some curves on the road, it is wonderful that you can ride those moments and see the blessings unfold.
You are pure light, I feel it shine from here!
Sending you love and blessings! ♥♥
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Thank you for reading 💕⭐️✨
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