On Grace


If you were raised Christian, you probably learned that peeps are “saved not by works but by grace.” Which is great if you believe there’s something to be saved from. 🤷🏽‍♀️ But for those of us who’ve moved on from simplistic concepts of heaven and hell, the notion of an externalized grace doesn’t do so much — particularly as an excuse to continue to teach little kids they’re fundamentally broken and sinful because, well, #grace. (The idea being that it somehow neutralizes the childhood-religious-trauma of original sin. I disagree.)

But more importantly, lately, what I’ve been amazed by (and in love with) is the realization of how deeply grace is baked-in to Buddhist philosophy. That every moment becomes an opportunity to lend yourself and your body and one another grace. No third-party cosmic mediator required. No groveling on your knees mumbling confessions about your inherent brokenness. Just immediate, in the moment, ever-renewing GRACE.

There is a gentleness and a compassion and a good humor to Buddhism that is so refreshing; I can’t help but turn toward it. It’s the right way to parent. It’s the right way to re-parent ourselves (as psychologist Marc Epstein describes the practice of meditation). It’s the right way to move through the world.

Start with grace. Skip the shame.

When you fall out of a yoga pose: grace. 
When you whiff the job interview: grace. 
When you accidentally eat the whole bag of Doritos: grace. 
When you fail the test: grace. 
When you don’t get that big project done on deadline: grace. 
When you blow it as a parent: grace.
When you struggle to live up to those sky-high expectations for your life: grace.

You can keep handing over the power of grace to someone else. Or you can just find it right here in this breath, yourself. It’s waiting. 💗

Art by Geordanna Cordero-Fields

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