As I pick up a pen to write, my arm and hand start to vibrate and pulse with energy. That’s never happened before. I wonder what’s going to move through me, then the word “slipstream” flows in. I pause for a moment to watch a flock of seagulls...
“Grace has been flowing always, that is already the case. It is there right now, flowing around you, but you don’t give a door to it. All your windows are closed, all your doors are closed; you are closed, imprisoned in yourself, you don’t allow any winds to...