“People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth.” Thich Nhat Hanh
Sometimes I forget I live miracles every day but I’m never all that far from remembering. Fingers typing, wind a’blowing outside my window, leaves a’falling. Then stillness, followed by the sounds of a backyard swollen stream. Eyes to see it with, ears to hear it, fingers to touch.
In one conscious breath I can propel myself to any place I want. Today I am the spirit of a babe, without judgment or perspective even. It’s all new and shiny. It’s all a miracle. I am a miracle living inside of miracles.
Now — I’ll return to the daily tasks of cleaning up cat throw up (it’s all over the house!), doing laundry, paying bills, washing dishes. I get to do that. I get to live inside a miracle where there are cats and warm water to clean our dishes, our clothes. I get to enter and be a part of this beautiful dance, the exchange of resources.
I won’t expect miracles today. No … today I will live them.
