There's an old Out Of The Grey song called "The Shape of Grace". That phrase keeps bobbing at the surface of my thoughts. The shape of grace...the shape of grace...
I can feel it in my feeler and sense it in my intellect that I'm in a learning place;
here to learn
and move in
and be still in
I need it. I want it. And it's there.
In the cup of cooling water
In the clouds of soothing shade
In the arms of love encircling [her]
[She] saw the shape of grace...
Sometimes the shape of grace requires stillness and contemplation.
And sometimes it's a blob and requires a skillet and cream of tartar.
(I snagged the playdough recipe here.)