When we fall utterly, something gathers us up. But our falling must be without reservation, without expectation, without hope, though not hopeless. You can’t plan that kind of falling. When you abandon yourself utterly to life, the river will flow, and the log jam will free. Impossible is another word for grace. Who would’ve thought it, life takes another turn, and you are gathered up into a whole different way of seeing and being.
Roger Housden, Ten Poems to Change Your Life