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.
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.