Even the word itself sounds so heavenly when coming out of your mouth.
It has several meanings, but my favorite is: a virtue coming from God.
It sounds so divine. So romantic. It’s one of my most sought after qualities. One that I’m not sure I’ll ever obtain in any permanence.
There was a quote from the book “Siddhartha” by Hermann Hesse that always come to mind for me. It’s when Siddhartha himself sees the Buddha. He carefully observes him walking from across the room or on the plaza. From head to toe, to every minute movement, he marveled at the amount of grace he carried as he moved through the space. He could only wish he could have as much grace as the Buddha had flowing through his pinky finger.
Sometimes – most of the time, I wish I could find the grace with which to move through my day. Maybe just enough to fill the tip of my small finger.