There’s a chill in the air. The clouds have moved in and it is likely going to rain. I’ve made a fire and am sitting by its warmth, being lulled by sounds of the flames. The sun is peeking out from behind the clouds just before it sets. The golden light hits the tree in the front yard with a golden glow. A bird flies through the air just behind the rustling leaves. And in my mind I hear, “click.” If I had a camera in my hand I would have just taken a picture. The tree, the golden light, the wind and the bird…a miraculous moment.
These days I am striving to be slow enough inside to “see.”
Miraculous moments happen around me every day.
Am I awake enough to see them?
(From my journal, dated February 2011)
