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.
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