Thursday, March 26, 2009
Expecting the Miraculous
When the mist rolls in, suddenly, with its moistly tactile caress, I pay attention. It feels like something is about to happen. Maybe wild deer will appear and speak to me. Maybe the sun will follow, riding the clouds like a magic chariot in some ancient myth. Maybe a silent inner illumination will light the places where I am lost.
I am carrying this moment around with me all day. I will respond to everyone and everything that comes my way with curious anticipation. Like it arrived, just as I was expecting the miraculous.