Full of Grace

Most of y'all know I like to have an old TV show that I missed the first time around queued up for when I need a little background noise and an alternative plot line to the one in my own life. I generally like storylines on the lighter side since there are so many feels in the real world for me. My latest Netflix show is Dawson's Creek. It's pretty unremarkable, which means it doesn't slow down the chores I do while I watch. And dang, do I have a lot of chores to do.

After being gone last weekend and being super busy all week both of the last two weeks, I feel buried. Buried by laundry. Buried by weeds. Buried by dishes.

As I work to unbury myself, I am grateful for the company of Dawson and co., especially when this song came on in the background:

The winter here's cold and bitter
It's chilled us to the bone
We haven't seen the sun for weeks
To long too far from home
I feel just like I'm sinking
And I claw for solid ground
I'm pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low
Oh darkness I feel like letting go
If all of the strength and all of the courage
Come and lift me from this place
I know I could love you much better than this
Full of grace
Full of grace
My love
So it's better this way, I said
Having seen this place before
Where everything we said and did
Hurts us all the more
Its just that we stayed, too long
In the same old sickly skin
I'm pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low
Oh darkness I feel like letting go
If all of the strength
And all of the courage
Come and lift me from this place
I know I could love you much better than this
Full of grace
Full of grace
My love

Love Sarah McLachlan. So grateful to be in a space where I had all of the strength and courage to both lift myself from the place I was in, (a place filled with grief and loss and regret and stagnancy) and to allow myself to be lifted.

Both are necessary for movement, in my view...