anxiety had been rising to the point of bitter tears and sleeplessness. worries of bureacracy and financial hardship due to bureacracy. prayed for grace regarding a financial matter that could have been devistating. the power ballance definately rested with bureacracy, but there were several open value judgements that could be made in a number of ways.

we like you?... in your favour. we don't like you?... SPANK!

so, i prayed for grace. mancub prayed for blindness, distraction and grace... i just prayed for grace.

i carried a lot of anxiety that i tried to zip up in a backpack, metaphorically. we went into this large, ominous retailing carnival. balloons. negotiation stations galore... deals are made over and over again.

i kept whispering my prayer.

i asked the receptionist who we were to speak to regarding the matter. her response was " oh, that would be Grace (Lastname)!

i had been praying for grace, and Grace was handling the matter! it went smoothly, calmly, without a hitch.

i almost wonder if god thought- "boy, she needs it spelled out for her!"

i have made a habit of carving out an existance apart from the normal terms of this world. the system of capitalism seems well intentioned, but it breaks spirits and even lives. i live on a more intimate scale, i prefer breathing the air at the corner store than at costco. i gravitate toward the independant and quirky rather than the trendy-cheap-chain-store=you-gotta-great-life-just-like-your-neighbor.

but, in that moment, the large industrial system of commerce was run by Grace.

because of this development with grace and Grace, i can make right some other issues that i have wanted to fix for a while.

and god giggles.