Grace is the light or electricity or juice or breeze that takes you from that isolated place and puts you with others who are as startled and embarrassed and eventually grateful as you are to be there. – Anne Lamott
That’s one of the better definitions of grace I’ve come across. It’s from Lamott’s book Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith which is one of my writing coach’s reading assignments. It’s a collection of personal essays, many of them written when Lamott was a columnist for Salon.
Grace and Lake Superior are synonymous for me.