Grace

I look at a pine tree shimmeringEach needle dressed in light And gently graced by a breeze. It bows and dances and kisses the air. And this yellow oak made bright, Each leaf turned open and upwards, like hands lifted in praise of the sun. They are breathing. These leaves are breathing.

When I auditioned for the Actors Studio in NY they had my scene partner and I wait in the back courtyard of the little theatre on west 44th street. I stood in the center of the small concrete space and there to one side was a yellow tree. Until our names were called I stared into the tree. I looked into the tree and shared its breath. I grew so quiet and so still but something else happened too. I entered the realm of the miraculous because I joined the miracle of the tree. I became awe.  I became beauty. I became creativity because I entered grace. I can still see my first moment of work there as our scene began and it was everything I was. The work was beautiful because I took the miracle of the tree with me.

See something of beauty. Look deeply. Take it in and with you that your day may be graceful.

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