The energy of grace is lovely.
Grace is when a woman is looking at a butterfly and as the butterfly opens its wings and flies from flower to flower, in a most graceful way the woman raises her arms and moves them like the butterfly.
Grace is when a woman pours tea into a cup and she is tuned into the rhythm of the tea, of the water, as it is pouring from the pot to the cup.
Grace is when man walks down the road in harmony with the rhythm of the air, of the earth, of the sun.
Grace is when a sail boat joins with the wind.
Grace is a joining of the movement, be it emotional, kinaesthetic or mental.
Credits: Grevillea and bee ©Ruth Howard 2014