The other day while walking in the park I noticed how the trees are slowly changing color. In a short while, they will all be exquisite. There is one which stands out though – it is brilliant in its vivid green and orange. You see the green – you see the orange – and then you experience this heartbreaking miracle. And every year, it is the same – this tree heralds the coming of Autumn.
I believe that we can see, at least, as many miracles as there are hours in a day – if we had the time and took the time to “look”. At this moment, it has come to mind that a miracle can simply be something which we take for granted.
Just look at the Seasons – every year they come and go. They carry with them their own unique patterns, their own special voices, and yes, even their own lively dances.
They come to share themselves with us – but do we embrace the miracle of their beauty and their sensuousness? Do we sometimes judge them harshly? And how do we see them?
As “simple” patterns, as explainable science. What miracle we ask – “The seasons are nothing more, nothing less, then a design set in place perhaps even before the brilliant cosmic chaos began (a miracle in itself).
My miracle for the day is Autumn and all it will bring.
Winter Spring Summer Fall
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Laughter is beautiful, isn’t it – especially when on the face of children. And contagious laughter…
the real contagious laughter, the kind that can have your mouth and stomach hurting, oh, so much, can at some moments help to put life in its proper perspective and send a lot of nerves and anger on its way and it’s so healing …
Yea, I always smile when I hear a kid squeal with delight, it always saddens me to see them cry. When they laugh that belly laugh, the sun gets brighter and the sky becomes bluer.
Ever sit down and make mud pies with a kid? That is simply the best of all miracles. Along with puppy kisses and kitten cuddles. The simple joy of trust, life and innocence. Can’t beat it.
Magsj, you would love it here, strangers wave to you as you drive by or walk by… I do love the country life.
Oh, yes, both of them. I have often thought that mud has some strong alchemical properties – perhaps weird thinking but nonetheless…
And mud pies with one’s own children – could there be a more blissful existential moment as sitting on the ground with one’s kids making mud pies and seeing the look on their exquisite dirty faces. What would Joseph Campbell say of this…
“Ah, following one’s bliss…” and me :
ah, yes, and kitten cuddles and feet nibbles every morning with the coffee… At times, one would think that it couldn’t get any better…
I do that all the time – it is surprising how willing people are to smile back at you. And if they aren’t so willing – well, you get them all of the time anyway. Slowly but surely, you see that face coming alive with a smile, sort of like the sky opening up when the sun slowly comes out.
Many of the leaves in my neck of the woods have been dropping off of the trees, but Autumn – in a sense – is still just beginning. And yes, looking at this particular tree with its orange and green has instilled in me a profound feeling. I used the word “miracle” because of the thread.
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– if that is something that occurs almost like clockwork year in and year out – that is part of the miracle that I see and that I was talking about above. And the everyday commonplace can be miraculous – it just depends on one’s perception. If you think about it, I believe you can probably come up with something…
Actually I have (had) quite a nice tree in my garden, the leaves are now starting to die and drop off but for awhile now it has had these brilliant colours of Red, Yellow, & Orange, it kinda looks like a frozen firework
“Frozen firework” – does this mean that where you are it is really so cold that the tree is frozen? How beautiful that must be. Nature simply and randomly (not so randomly) splashes her wild colors all about.
Have you ever noticed the ice on the tree branches when it is freezing outside. To me, that is so beautiful to look at.
Do you know what is a miracle for me? There has been this image I have seen and have been searching for it on the internet. I believe it is a rose, and this rose has emerged out of the crack in a sidewalk with the snow and with the ice and the rose itself has ice on it. There is something so profound to me about that and it is both beautiful and is a miracle.
And a spider’s web that extends from tree to tree? Have you ever noticed that? I know it is just a simple spider’s web but oh my God, what exquisite beauty a spider’s web is. So intricate - a real work of art to me.
Okay that’s all before I really carried away. So many miracles…
I’ve never seen a rose break through the pavement but I see many weeds, they’re sufficient enough for me and it’s nice to see their persistence pay off once in awhile. The tree in my garden isn’t literally frozen it is just the way the branches and leaves grow, it’s strange, if you freeze the moment a firework explodes, the colours radiate from the centre and then fall, that is how the branches are! and the leaves look like the falling remnants of the explosion I’m reluctant to use the term miracle though, miracles suggest something out of the ordinary or something which defies possibility, beauty in nature is ever present everywhere!
Ah, I never caught the “firework explodes” image. And I can sort of “see” the image “the way the branches and leaves of your tree grow”. That’s a beautiful image you gave of a “fireworks” exploding, all of that color caught in the moment and “out of time”.
Yes, it is but does that preclude that it can’t be seen as miraculous? It’s just me that’s all. I see a miracle in so many things where many people wouldn’t. I could probably use a different word than “miracle” but …
“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
– Albert Einstein
Out of difficulties grow miracles.”
Jean de la Bruyere quotes
Laughter is beautiful, isn’t it – especially when on the face of children. And contagious laughter…
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