Edges
Where the good shit happens.
The razored edge of the grace of God is a place I know well. I can walk right up to it, lean over, and stare down at what could have happened if things in my life had been just slightly different.
When I say “God”, I’m referring to Spirit, or the Universe, or whatever higher power floats your boat. Or maybe it’s fate, luck, chance or karma that I’m talki…
