Grace is the slow breath I exhale. It is the moment of refrained silence after having been pushed to rupture’s threshold.
The magenta slide of ease experienced at moments of particular estrangement… bridging the chaos, illuminating the madness, wrapping enlightenment and reassurance around broken shards.
Grace glides us through the tempest waves. A beacon of light, dancing delicately on the ominous crests; A reassurance of safe harbors ahead.
We reflect grace’s light from within; flickering warm rays of elegant light.
A reminder of purity and purpose. Graceful radiance. A slender arc of charming hope. A golden glow of embracement.
A crisp fresh breath of air