To awaken shortly after midnight, not knowing why, and discovering during the two hours I had slept, giggle, I had gathered my gratitude stone in my stutter hand and was holding it. This quote was my first “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. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child -- our own two eyes. All is a miracle ~ Thich Nhat Hanh. And ALL includes me, you, All.
And this evening as tween time fell upon the earth, closing up the house a feather I should not have been able to see called to my eyes. A perfect white feather, but you could see a faint hint of gray in the light. I cannot think which of the birds could have left such a gift.
“All is a miracle” ~ Thich Nhat Hanh. And ALL includes me, you, All.