In life as in dance, grace moves on blistered feet. (Alice Abrams)
Real Grace, the one that makes you stop and turn around when seeing it, doesn't come by itself. It's a choice to rise high on your heels and to graciously dance away from the ones that hurt you while bleeding inside.
Grace is grown from earthly wounds and blisters. It is a choice and a feeling that come with warmth and acceptance of life's challenges and askew paths.
Grace is loving yourself whatever happened.