Two sides of a mystery, two banks of a river. They flew everywhere, piercing everything alive in the world. People like my high school English teacher - Mrs Yvonne Harding - who, with her great sense of humour and constant encouragement made high school that little more bearable. Thus I too can belong to a community, a circle — empty, fertile, and full. The stories in Spot of Grace tell about moments when one person did something very simple asked a question in wonder, smiled from the heart, risked a reach across the chasm of isolation so many of us experience. Where do I even begin with this book? And when you do, your spot of grace will glow even brighter. I want to be fully alive as I spend each one.
Your heart was in the right place and the concept is captivating, but it got packaged all wrong on the way to the bookstore. But after I sent out the email, thirty stories appeared one day, forty the next. You can remain anonymous if you like or use your name. I have had to learn to ask questions of the public world and receive the stories people give me in response. As one of the editors of the Random Acts of Kindness series, she helped launch a national movement to help counter America's crisis of violence.
How could one question evoke such a wide variety of responses? Disclaimer:A copy that has been read, but remains in clean condition. I experience moments of grace when I am connecting with other people in a particular way that feels like a great melting: when I sit with someone and listen deeply to the questions his or her life is asking or when I speak to a group and feel a ribbon of stories unfolding in my mind from some source larger than myself. It is said that we are sent, without our knowledge, to various places in order to do our destined work and make love multiply. A few people sent in five or six stories. I was immediately hooked and literally couldn't put it down.
Spine creases, wear to binding and pages from reading. You don't have to discover penicillin, feed the poor in the streets of Calcutta, or be the first person to swim to Antarctica to make a remarkable difference in the world. Dust cover is intact; pages are clean and are not marred by notes or folds of any kind. Spot of Grace is more like a revelation than a book. I asked people in workshops I taught, in speeches I gave around the country, in conversations on airplanes.
Dust jacket quality is not guaranteed. You don't need power, influence, or fame. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for joy. . You will not want to put this book down, and its magic will carry you a long way after you finish it. The rare times that my attention was away from the book were only because I couldn't resist sharing some of the deeply moving content with my husband. And as for fame, well, when you allow yourself to notice all those hands that have made your growth possible, you will also recognize what you have made possible for countless others — and how famous you already are.
I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. As I do so, my mind begins to lay down the stepping-stones of a path forward by telling me stories of how I learned to relate to sorrow in the past. You will be one hour closer to your death when you finish reading it. Maybe this is why a ripple began when people who had received the email sent it to their friends. During the fifteen months she was ill, I shuttled back and forth, challenged again and again to open my heart in a very personal hell. When we root into this place, we know how we matter, and even more, we know how the world matters to us.
She leaned over and placed her lips against my ear. All the members of a book club in Chicago responded. Then we are meant to grow it and shine it into the darkness of the world, helping others find their light. How Would You Live If You Knew Your Life Were an Unfinished Work of Art? Living the unlived life became the new axis of what mattered to me. I was amazed at the response. No one, no matter how much they love me or how wealthy they are, can give me any more moments than the ones that exist in the diminishing space between now and my death.
And as for fame, well, when you allow yourself to notice all those hands that have made your growth possible, you will also recognize what you have made possible for countless others — and how famous you already are. And whose uniqueness have you recognized and fostered? She offers seminars and workshops and speaks at business and educational conferences internationally. Closing in the way the coffin closed on her. Some came from people I knew, others from people I had never met. Various individuals share those most personal moments when someone stepped up to help them in a life changing way. I asked people about their spot of grace in workshops I taught, in speeches I gave, in conversations on airplanes. I was amazed at the responses.
You don't have to discover penicillin, feed the poor in the streets of Calcutta, or be the first person to swim to Antarctica to make a remarkable difference in the world. I walk to listen through the soles of my feet, to hear the stories in the earth, to reseed a larger landscape, to broaden the geography of my heart. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. There are more than six billion people on this planet, Dawna. It is said that we are sent, without our knowledge, to various places in order to do our destined work and make love multiply. When everyone does, you see, the bowl will be made whole again. I had never seen her so alive.