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I'm thankful that words exist in any space. Unspoken, rehearsed, recorded and remembered. Repeated, muttered, released, unfettered. Whispered, scrawled, retracted, erased. Thoughtfully summoned. Spontaneously phrased. What a world to inhabit this world if words.

To reinvigorate experience with the shock of grace, we must return to nature. The final post in my "Finding Grace with Emerson" blog series.

Grace is above us even as it surrounds us. It has movement and depth, perhaps even depth beyond our reach, even when we experience melancholy today or feel driven out of the world.Part 4 in my "Finding Grace with Emerson" blog series.

Language is a force not only of movement but of depth too, with surprising meanings we need pay attention to. Part 3 in my "Finding Grace with Emerson" series.

Presence fills the very syntax of what we read.  We need not be in nature.  Anywhere we read we commune and cannot evade presence. Part 2 in my "Finding Grace with Emerson" blog series.