Everything is a Miracle

“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.

How do you live your life? Do you see the everyday miracles around you? The dew drop on the flower petal? The unusual sunset, the glint in a stanger’s eye? Does your morning coffee make you inhale sharply with pleasure because it just tastes that good (even when it tastes just like yesterday)? Do you notice the full moon rising over the old farmhouse? The sparkle in a child’s laugh? The extra minutes to relax on the way home from work because the traffic is a bit slow?

How good are you at seeing the little miracles that are everywhere?

I know I’m much better at seeing them some days than others. Some mornings my coffee is just part of the routine. The child running out in front of me is an annoyance instead of an opportunity to appreciate the joys of youth, the innocence of the truly young. The heat is just hot with an occasional breeze.

Other times the shiny rocks in the asphalt sparkle extra bright, the grandmother slowly crossing the street is just another person to smile with me. The weather is warm, but the occasional cool breeze is a joy to relieve the sweat. The

Traveling makes it easier to life as though everything is a miracle, but the miracles are alway there if we choose to see them. Watching children play joyfully in a field, when 50{962f4267b85bd1d88343908a0119c0c9103220b46d8518bddb39f8fa9408bc75} of their male relatives have died in the last few years due to a disease of unknown origin. How do they do that?