it's my own seasonal grace - that it all occurs within and as my personal experience, and every thought and mood passes through this all allowing field. Nothing will last beyond the moment its been given, having a season that belongs to its own length and rhythm, an understanding that defies my own wish for perhaps another, different season. It's here that grace is delivered through not my own merit, but by virtue that life is constant in the changes that it offers. There is nowhere else to go, no meditation to escape this moment, and only a means to simply welcome what is and always now, whatever season that may be.
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