Miracles and more miracles
“Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one’s bath like a lump of sugar.” Pablo Picasso
I never thought much about miracles until I became pregnant. Or more so than when I gave birth. I am not surprised that a pregnant woman looks beautiful to many men. How could anyone not be awed by the image of a child lying under its mother’s heart, swimming through her belly, coming to earth through her body?
I loved my son from the first moment I knew of him. Months later, when he first swam like a minnow inside my belly – startling and amusing me, I loved him even more. I knew him more when he began to kick me so hard I could grasp his little foot jutting out my side. I swore allegiance to all his needs – and knew I’d fight for him like a tigress if ever necessary the moment I met him. He was a miracle and he opened me to the possibility of endless other miracles.
Clouds of butterflies visit my little garden; a hummingbird unexpectedly stops in front of my face and hovers there, the two of us equally astonished. Tree bark and red and yellow autumn leaves … miracles. My son’s first smile, his first laugh. The overwhelming joy I felt. The earth’s miracles. How could I ever have missed them? Miracles and gifts. Gifts and miracles.
As Peggy Noonan once said, “I think miracles exist in part as gifts and in part as clues that there is Something beyond the flat world we see.”
Meditation for the Day
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. Albert Einstein
Action for the Day
Today, I choose to live each day as the miracle it is, given freely to me. No charge and to do with as I wish. I’ll fill this day with miracles of sight, sound and senses as if it is the only day I will ever receive. And I’ll give thanks.
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