“when she walks on the street you can hear the strings. Grace finds goodness in everything”

I have a ridiculously talented, generous beautiful friend called Bek. I adore her. Her writing is genius, and contemplative, and honest, and brave, and thirsting. It always grips me.  A while ago, Bek wrote a piece on grace. I saved it, and I re-read it often. It still speaks to me. This morning I read it again as I’ve been thinking about grace a lot.

Grace. It’s even a beautiful word. To look at. And to say. I always look at words. And I say them over and over until they look so wrong, and surely misspelt. Grace isn’t like that. I don’t ever feel like it’s misspelt. And it’s elegant to say.

It’s a noun and a verb. As a noun:

  • elegance or beauty of form, manner, motion, or action
  • a pleasing or attractive quality or endowment
  • favor or goodwill
  • a manifestation of favor, especially by a superior
  • mercy; clemency; pardon

As a verb:

I love all of it’s meanings, and all that it conjours up and can bring into life. Sometimes, when we forget to extend grace – to ourselves, or to others – life can get a bit messy and tight. The opposite is also true. If we’re interacting with grace well – the kind that is shown to us, and the kind we’re supposed to show to others – life can be so RIGHT. So strong. So free. I know which way I’d like to live.

Still practicing the art of grace every day. And what a wonderful thing to practice.

I leave you with these lyrics by U2, from their song ‘Grace”.

Grace, she takes the blame
She covers the shame
Removes the stain
It could be her name

Grace, it’s a name for a girl
It’s also a thought that changed the world 

And when she walks on the street
You can hear the strings
Grace finds goodness in everything

Grace, she’s got the walk
Not on a ramp or on chalk
She’s got the time to talk
She travels outside of karma, karma
She travels outside of karma

When she goes to work
You can hear the strings
Grace finds beauty in everything

Grace, she carries a world on her hips
No champagne flute for her lips
No twirls or skips between her fingertips
She carries a pearl in perfect condition
What once was hurt, what once was friction
What left a mark no longer stains
Because Grace makes beauty out of ugly things

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6 thoughts on ““when she walks on the street you can hear the strings. Grace finds goodness in everything”

  1. I’ve missed your blog Jo. I seem to follow loads now and yours always makes me smile, or think, or marvel, or cry… Sometimes all of the above. Welcome back! x

  2. I have missed your blog too! I love this post – and that U2 song.
    Grace is definitely a thought that can change the world!

  3. After reading this article I was immediatly reminded of “When defeat comes, accept it as a signal that your plans are not sound, rebuild those plans, and set sail once more toward your coveted goal.” — Napoleon Hill

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