Friday grace

A note on this last image. The streets of Brooklyn are lined with small bodegas. Sometimes they are tiny and offer little more than gas station fare: gum, Wonder Bread, lotto tickets. But others have aisles of space you never thought possible from the outside, packed to the brim with the contents of an entire Supercenter. I popped into a store of the latter sort while I was hunting for potluck fixings on a busy Saturday a few weeks ago, and suddenly I found this divine shaft of light illuminating the canned frosting and Campbell’s soup. It reminded me of an airport encounter I had a few years ago. I can’t for the life of me remember where I was, but I was on my way home with some piece of sorrow in my heart when suddenly I found myself completely alone in huge terminal hallway, morning light pouring through the 30-foot windows that lined one wall. Everything was silent except the click of my shoes and the soft hum of my carry-on wheels against the tile. I stopped. I stood there for a long time. I can’t explain it — and I’m sorry for sounding like a sappy, double-rainbow internet meme — but I knew that moment would stay with me as one of the most beautiful things I had ever experienced. It felt like I had stepped out of time, like I was alone in the world, like I was filled with grace.

This weekend, may you find your god among the canned goods, may your travels bring unexpected joy, may your windows be open.


One thought on “Friday grace

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s