Comments on: Grace Whispers

By: Marisa Haedike

Marisa Haedike — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 18:57:31 +0000

thank you ~ this is beautiful.

By: Carmen Torbus

Carmen Torbus — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 07:39:18 +0000

Beautiful.

By: Bruce

Bruce — Sun, 30 Nov 2008 14:02:30 +0000

Thank You for sharing this. Beautiful. Words to inspire my thoughts tonight.

By: Jennifer

Jennifer — Sun, 30 Nov 2008 11:49:00 +0000

This is just what I needed to hear today.

By: nathalie

nathalie — Sun, 30 Nov 2008 08:35:22 +0000

hello Christine,
last night, it was tempest here in Bordeaux – i woke up at 02h00 and could not sleep anylonger – i made myself some bergamote tea, read, wrote in my journal and then decided to do something symbolic : i wanted the wind to carry a letter to the universe so i wrote down on a piece of paper what i was willing to give up from my being / life until now (i am 44) and write all the beautiful things i was willing to welcome in my life from now on – i then teared (bio-dégradable paper) in very small pieces this letter, went to the balcon of my flat and then threw my letter into the rain and wind – as i let go, i said : thank you for your grace (well, all in french of course !!) and sudenly, my heart was filled with an immense feeling of joy … and grace

By: lisa

lisa — Sun, 30 Nov 2008 05:05:39 +0000

I have always searched for the words to describe that feeling and you have given them to me: like a drop of honey in hot tea. thank you.
you are an amazing writer; putting poetry to the ordinary. and here I thought I was the only one planning great things while folding t-shirts. how lovely to know that great ideas and loving, grateful feelings are sparking and swirling in ordinary homes the world over.

By: fafa

fafa — Sun, 30 Nov 2008 00:56:23 +0000

I think you have a beautiful life!
I sometimes make less the speed of time, then I see how much every thing is in peace, a sunny day, with people ….

By: Trish

Trish — Sat, 29 Nov 2008 14:49:40 +0000

Christine,
I love, love this post…grace is everywhere including the face of a three month old who I met in the Market Basket yesterday in Massachusetts, her name was Grace. Grace saves me when nothing else will. Grace is getting the phone call to sit almost courtside at Celtics game like I did Wednesday night. Grace is having a long ago friend call to say hi. Grace is having another friend call up and invite you to dinner that I’ll be attending on 12/12. Grace is letting others help you when you normally don’t let anyone help you. This is so me. Grace is having your husband put away the groceries without having to ask (he did last night). Grace is awaking at 5:30am this morning by a knock at my bedroom door and my just turned four year old son climbs up to cuddle and follows asleep for two more hours. Grace is finding your words on a day like this when no other words will do or are require. Christine you are GRACE.
All my love,
Trish
patriciadolan@comcast.net

By: Graciel @ Evenstar Art

Graciel @ Evenstar Art — Sat, 29 Nov 2008 13:57:21 +0000

I see you have already begun your next inspired and inspiring book. I will certainly add it to my treasured collection.
Right now, Grace is whispering to the shelter cat I just brought home. The one under my couch. The one who spent more than 1 and a half years waiting for someone to love him and understand him. The one apptly named Buddha. Grace is working her soft magic, showing him how to find his way, finally, to love.

By: jenica

jenica — Sat, 29 Nov 2008 10:21:15 +0000

i believe that taking the time to remember our simple, quiet, grace filled moments allows us greater ease as we move through lives tumults.
i have a journal that i keep next to my bed, that i record the simple moments of magic in. it’s typically the simple conversations i have with my little people, or the quiet thoughts i had while in a cleaning trance; it’s the emotions i worked out in the shower, or the simple eloquence of what i witnessed between two birds in the trees outside my window.
living gracefully is, to me, a connection with and gratitude for life’s details.
xoxo