Recently, while on retreat, I came across a book by Miranda Macpherson called The Way of Grace. Her work resonated deeply with me, and it became immediately apparent that this was the next chapter in my spiritual studies. Understanding has become a way of life for me.
It is becoming increasingly clear that grace is not something earned. The way of grace is available to us at any moment.
One metaphor from the book especially stayed with me: the ocean. Regardless of what is happening on the surface, the depths below remain still, supportive, and calm. That, to me, is how grace exists.
Grace is a quiet and compassionate presence—accepting, loving, and nourishing, if we allow it in.
My spiritual studies have shown me that many of the very things that sustain us cannot be seen: oxygen, gravity, light, love, energy, and even the warmth of the sun upon our skin. Invisible does not mean absent.
Perhaps it is not that grace does not exist, but that we have become unconscious to its presence. So often we deny ourselves these gifts—not because they are unavailable, but because somewhere along the way we stopped believing we were worthy of receiving them.
Grace is not a place where life becomes perfect. It is a space where there is room for our humanity—for mistakes, uncertainty, sorrow, joy, and love.
Recently, I experienced a troubling situation with friends, and all I could think was: let grace in. Allow yourself to be exactly where you are.
It did not solve the issues, but it gave me emotional space, less inner resistance, and a greater sense of ease.
And sometimes, that is where healing begins.
🤍 G*