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.


  1. The mist just dares me to be quiet, to listen with every ounce of energy, the sounds of nature are different, more subtle and gentle. Maybe what I am listening for is the miraculous to happen.