Shonda-sis.....

We ARE holy-days...... who are GRACE-LACED in the TRUING OIL OF GLADNESS..... our daily rounds are multi-spendored...we are enabled to pivot pirouettes in each and every presented paradox...thus, we BECOME parables of gratitude....parents who witness their children,in turn, giving life, as best they can as we all grow in trust in Divine providence.... we sail on...propelled by the ripples of GRACE/LOVINGKINDNESS enlarging our hearts...

Mothers are 'prophets'....bringing truths to bloody birth..... via travail...via crucis....ALWAYS RESURRECTIONing the rhythms of release.....knowing how to 'scarlet thread' linkage of fidelity to GRACE.....amazingly becoming ever ore adept at avoiding the intellectual tidal pools of selfish conceit...getting bogged down in the miry morass of Wonder-deficient meagerness..... BE-comely receptacles of the sweet spill of the radiances of GRACE so as to be glistening JOY COUNTENANCES who are liberated into the LOVEly license to overcome the incapacity to see in the dark.... to transform terror to peace..... canticle truth to essence-music.....let mercy laugh in deLIGHT in concert with THE FATHER OF LIGHT...... witness gratitude guide our hope,long deferred, to feast in the WILDerness..... thus, catalyze love to recreative reaSON.....