My daughter going on 2 years of sobriety is what comes to mind for me. It is very huge for me and I have my plane ticket to be there for her 2 yrs in January. For those of you that are new here she almost died, it was a small miracle that she survived.
How many ways
can I pay homage to the miracle I am experiencing right now?
That would be the miracle of this Life,
the miracle of all Life,
the miracle of all Creation.
Which brings up the Mystery of stone . . .
stone neither breathes nor has a heartbeat that I know of,
and yet it is Alive
in a way I don’t fully understand.
I am not a scientist.
But it is . . .
Alive.
I digress.
Right now
I am witness to the Mystery, the Magic,
and the Miracle of Life.
It’s an obscenity not to notice it
or to marvel in its wonders . . .
it’s arrogant and vulgar to take it for granted.
I am humbled by this vast Universe,
brought to my knees by its beauty and perfection.
I’ve had an experience where this happened,
quite literally,
and it has never left me . . .
it still blows my mind,
and I want to give it my reverence
and eternal gratitude
in as many ways as I can. ♥
Yes, rocks are definitely alive. They change, transform, and evolve. They bear witness to all of this. They are just on a different time scale. I just had this conversation on a hike.
I’m so happy you said t his,
dear Charlie . . .
most people
don’t see this,
and sometimes
I feel like I need to stand up for stone.
Many thanks . . . ♥
I’m looking at a clear blue sky right now. Many ancient cultures didn’t have a word for blue. After days of smoke-occluded sky, blue feels like a marvel, a gift.
The sky over the Valley has also cleared and we had some recent rain to clear out any leftover particulate matter. . . gotta look up the “why” for the ancient cultures lack of a word for blue. I always like some thing to ponder, thank you Drea.
Sparrow and Joseph–from what I have read, blue just wasn’t a common color. The green of the harvest, the red of blood, the brown of earth, the black of night, those colors were accessible both to the imagination and the world of available dyes. But blue was rare. The Egyptians were an exception, since they created a blue dye from lapis lazuli. But still … my modern brain has trouble imagining it. There are blue flowers, there is blue water, it all seems like fact. Yet blue is relatively new to our seen world.
Had to look that one up. Indigo is really ancient. It sounds like the name for that color had more to do with where it was from, or meaningful associations with the color, than simply saying “blue.” So maybe what we’re talking about is this. We modern Westerners base our understanding of color on the color theory that came about in Enlightenment Europe, 1700s. Prior to that, the idea of color had different associations. So maybe what we call blue might have been termed “the reflection of the morning sky” or “deep water from the gracious lagoon beyond the mountains,” etc. An idea I kind of like!
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Mary
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Miracles. Hmmm.
Miracles are everywhere. My body is a miracle, as is my mind and my emotions. How did I come to be?
How do the atoms of my body work together to form a living breathing person, with a heart beating,
with consciousness, a mind thinking, a sense of humor, self awareness, the ability to form relationships,
a love of beauty, creativity, joy, fear, dread, and the possibility of some kind of transcendence?
This is miraculous.
How is it that mountains, sea and sky, plant life and animals exist on this planet,
which spins on its axis encircling the sun, year after year, after year?
It’s all miracle.
I could stop and think about this more often. ☀️
I’m experiencing the miracle of building from my root. I find myself sleeping better and healing faster. It also makes my family feel more compatent helping me when I need it. I’m also able to receive more ways of care which is an extention from yesterday’s question.
Life itself. During this season of harvest, I am continually in amazement of the fruits of the earth. What a spectacular scene at farmer’s market. The colors and shapes of the produce. The number of people using their senses to appreciate what is in front of them. Many of the markets now offer music and beautiful art pieces. The whole scene pulses with vitality.
Watching my loved ones change, learning more about themselves through getting out of their comfort zone. Inspiring me to do the same, recognizing that I don’t have to stay stagnant. And for that, I am grateful. 🙏🏽🧡
The miracle of improvement through practice is something I truly experience. It’s amazing to start learning a new musical instrument without knowing anything about it and, after just a few minutes, a few hours, and then a few days of practice, begin to feel like I’m becoming friends with it. It’s fascinating how the brain collects information and works. May everyone have a beautiful Monday filled with energy and curiosity.
Thank you for bringing this up,
dear Ngoc . . .
it truly is amazing
to realize that our brains remember
and give us the ability to improve with practice. ♥
My Ngoc, it’s amazing what practice can do. I don’t agree with the “Practice makes perfect” saying, but it can certainly make progress. The root of the original saying is derived by the basic desire to be #1. It’s the toxicity of the championship mindset. It’s easy to get attached to expectations, get disappointment, and quit. I’m a competitor. A slogan I go by is “Have a competitive, not championship mindset.” The former enhances motivation and encourages constant improvement. Those with a competitive mindset also have better people skills than the ones with a championship mindset. The laddar is fixed on the end goal and has their eyes on the prize. It’s easier to trust and involve our people when improvement is the final destination.
The fact that life exists on our tiny little planet located in this vast Universe is a miracle that fascinates me daily. Also, wanted to share Richard Rohr’s meditation for the day. Reading it is well worth your time. https://cac.org/daily-meditations/power-within/
I just laid both of my hands on top of my chest… my heart continues to beat, my breath continues to flow. Life itself is a miracle.
Grateful to see sunshine this morning. We are driving to Charleston in a couple of hours. Looking forward to seeing loved ones and going to the beach!!
It seems that trying to get your head around the miracle within our bodies is similar to standing in an open space on the darkest of nights and trying to get your head around the miracle of the star-filled sky above.
Astonishing!
We’re so tiny. Yet we have the power to change the lives of those around us. The path through all of it is through the heart.
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My daughter going on 2 years of sobriety is what comes to mind for me. It is very huge for me and I have my plane ticket to be there for her 2 yrs in January. For those of you that are new here she almost died, it was a small miracle that she survived.
Congratulations to your daughter on her big accomplishment and ongoing recovery.
Robin, I’m proud of her. Addiction isn’t easy to come out of.
❤️
How many ways
can I pay homage to the miracle I am experiencing right now?
That would be the miracle of this Life,
the miracle of all Life,
the miracle of all Creation.
Which brings up the Mystery of stone . . .
stone neither breathes nor has a heartbeat that I know of,
and yet it is Alive
in a way I don’t fully understand.
I am not a scientist.
But it is . . .
Alive.
I digress.
Right now
I am witness to the Mystery, the Magic,
and the Miracle of Life.
It’s an obscenity not to notice it
or to marvel in its wonders . . .
it’s arrogant and vulgar to take it for granted.
I am humbled by this vast Universe,
brought to my knees by its beauty and perfection.
I’ve had an experience where this happened,
quite literally,
and it has never left me . . .
it still blows my mind,
and I want to give it my reverence
and eternal gratitude
in as many ways as I can. ♥
it was National Pet Rock Day the other day, 9/7th- https://nationaltoday.com/national-pet-rock-day/
🙂
Reverence for life’s home, Earth and the Universe in which it has manifested, is always part of my consciousness, dear Sparrow. Thank you.
How could we not consider this Earth and the Universe,
dear Joseph,
and not see
the magnificence of it all?
Thank you for sharing my passion . . . ♥
Yes, rocks are definitely alive. They change, transform, and evolve. They bear witness to all of this. They are just on a different time scale. I just had this conversation on a hike.
I’m so happy you said t his,
dear Charlie . . .
most people
don’t see this,
and sometimes
I feel like I need to stand up for stone.
Many thanks . . . ♥
That I’m experiencing present-moment living.
Well, I woke up. I took a breath. My heart has kept the beat for 61 yrs.
I’m looking at a clear blue sky right now. Many ancient cultures didn’t have a word for blue. After days of smoke-occluded sky, blue feels like a marvel, a gift.
The sky over the Valley has also cleared and we had some recent rain to clear out any leftover particulate matter. . . gotta look up the “why” for the ancient cultures lack of a word for blue. I always like some thing to ponder, thank you Drea.
That’s very interesting,
dear Drea . . .
I wonder why? ♥
Sparrow and Joseph–from what I have read, blue just wasn’t a common color. The green of the harvest, the red of blood, the brown of earth, the black of night, those colors were accessible both to the imagination and the world of available dyes. But blue was rare. The Egyptians were an exception, since they created a blue dye from lapis lazuli. But still … my modern brain has trouble imagining it. There are blue flowers, there is blue water, it all seems like fact. Yet blue is relatively new to our seen world.
Thank you Drea . . . wonder when indigo became available as a dye?
Had to look that one up. Indigo is really ancient. It sounds like the name for that color had more to do with where it was from, or meaningful associations with the color, than simply saying “blue.” So maybe what we’re talking about is this. We modern Westerners base our understanding of color on the color theory that came about in Enlightenment Europe, 1700s. Prior to that, the idea of color had different associations. So maybe what we call blue might have been termed “the reflection of the morning sky” or “deep water from the gracious lagoon beyond the mountains,” etc. An idea I kind of like!
Miracles. Hmmm.
Miracles are everywhere. My body is a miracle, as is my mind and my emotions. How did I come to be?
How do the atoms of my body work together to form a living breathing person, with a heart beating,
with consciousness, a mind thinking, a sense of humor, self awareness, the ability to form relationships,
a love of beauty, creativity, joy, fear, dread, and the possibility of some kind of transcendence?
This is miraculous.
How is it that mountains, sea and sky, plant life and animals exist on this planet,
which spins on its axis encircling the sun, year after year, after year?
It’s all miracle.
I could stop and think about this more often. ☀️
It’s an amazing thing,
isn’t it,
dear Mary! ♥
It really is, Sparrow!
I’m experiencing the miracle of building from my root. I find myself sleeping better and healing faster. It also makes my family feel more compatent helping me when I need it. I’m also able to receive more ways of care which is an extention from yesterday’s question.
Life itself. During this season of harvest, I am continually in amazement of the fruits of the earth. What a spectacular scene at farmer’s market. The colors and shapes of the produce. The number of people using their senses to appreciate what is in front of them. Many of the markets now offer music and beautiful art pieces. The whole scene pulses with vitality.
Watching my loved ones change, learning more about themselves through getting out of their comfort zone. Inspiring me to do the same, recognizing that I don’t have to stay stagnant. And for that, I am grateful. 🙏🏽🧡
The miracle of improvement through practice is something I truly experience. It’s amazing to start learning a new musical instrument without knowing anything about it and, after just a few minutes, a few hours, and then a few days of practice, begin to feel like I’m becoming friends with it. It’s fascinating how the brain collects information and works. May everyone have a beautiful Monday filled with energy and curiosity.
Thank you for bringing this up,
dear Ngoc . . .
it truly is amazing
to realize that our brains remember
and give us the ability to improve with practice. ♥
My Ngoc, it’s amazing what practice can do. I don’t agree with the “Practice makes perfect” saying, but it can certainly make progress. The root of the original saying is derived by the basic desire to be #1. It’s the toxicity of the championship mindset. It’s easy to get attached to expectations, get disappointment, and quit. I’m a competitor. A slogan I go by is “Have a competitive, not championship mindset.” The former enhances motivation and encourages constant improvement. Those with a competitive mindset also have better people skills than the ones with a championship mindset. The laddar is fixed on the end goal and has their eyes on the prize. It’s easier to trust and involve our people when improvement is the final destination.
I agree with you, Loc.
Loc, my father told me more than once when young “Try to do it right the first time so you do not have to do it again.”
Joseph, I see where he’s going. We may not be able to get everything right on the first go, but concentration will certainly help which is the point.
Oh my, that sounds like something my Dad would have said.
Good point,
dear Loc . . . ♥
Thanks Sparrow.
I’ve also been practicing playing my instrument and it’s so fun to see how far I’ve come. Keep on practicing Ngoc!!!
The fact that life exists on our tiny little planet located in this vast Universe is a miracle that fascinates me daily. Also, wanted to share Richard Rohr’s meditation for the day. Reading it is well worth your time. https://cac.org/daily-meditations/power-within/
The vastness of the Universe boggles my mind.
Thanks for the Richard Rohr meditation, Carol Ann.
”Until we admit that “we are powerless,” Real Power will not be recognized, accepted, or even sought.”
This is where true,
healthy power lives.
Thank you for posting this,
dear Carol Ann. ♥
I just laid both of my hands on top of my chest… my heart continues to beat, my breath continues to flow. Life itself is a miracle.
Grateful to see sunshine this morning. We are driving to Charleston in a couple of hours. Looking forward to seeing loved ones and going to the beach!!
Safe travels and enjoy time with your loved ones:)
electricity, computer technology, life
Every single chemical reaction and neurological impulse happening in my body right now. I can’t witness them, only experience the results. Astounding!
It seems that trying to get your head around the miracle within our bodies is similar to standing in an open space on the darkest of nights and trying to get your head around the miracle of the star-filled sky above.
Astonishing!
We’re so tiny. Yet we have the power to change the lives of those around us. The path through all of it is through the heart.
♥
My life, along with the gift of all life. Both wonderous miracles.