Inside us is a perfectly wrapped gift of healing.

It's ours. We deserve it. It would make our lives easier, our grief lighter, our hearts more likely to spill themselves in tempra paint.

So when does it come?

When the conditions collide.

Not when we will it. When the cascade can do its full cascading.

This isn't a cop-out. We can generate some of those conditions ourselves. But others? They require a combination of things beyond the magic spell we want to spin from our palms.

In the need for conditions, we stand on grace—for ourselves, our lives, each other, the future.

That's my blessing and my prayer.