Grace is our nature and oh, petals, is it ever hard to remember that. But when we do? The heart eases its attempts at escape and breathes, recalling the ease with which it came into the world, the ease with which it was meant to continue.
Whenever fear, doubt, immobility creep in, realize they're the trigger urging us to recall that, once again, we've forgotten grace; we've forgotten the truth of our nature. So we remember and we breathe until, once again, we forget.
The forgetting isn't important. It doesn't matter--it's what brains do. It's the recalling--the sweet relief of recalling--that makes the forgetting so valuable.