You are still held in the palm of God’s hand in an unconscious kind of knowing. You know instinctively what is good and what is not.
You are close to the ground. Small miracles are your delight; a snail, a bird, a leaf, a piece of grass, a crack in the road.
You observe the minutiae of life; all miracles, all magical.
A grown up, blessed to care for you tells you to hurry up, drags you away from your magic into their world of disengagement. Disconnects your from your knowing. Trains you to be polite to yucky people, then growls when you are led astray.
And you wander into their world eventually wondering what it is all about. Their big secret is: they don’t really know, because a grown up blessed with caring for them disconnected them from their knowing.
And so we go along, forgetting together.
Until one day a crisis comes. Brings us to our knees, knocks us humble and shakes our belief in other grown ups.
Strangely and blessedly it is from our knees that the truth is revealed and the smallest miracles are beheld, a leaf, a bug, a blade of grass are suddenly a comfort and we start to remember that magic surrounds us everyday hidden in broad daylight.
Miracles no less magical because they are small: kindness, smiles from strangers, a compliment shared here and there, love between others, flowers, sand & shells, tousled hair and daisies.
Where are your miracles? You too, yes even you on your spiritual journey are forgetting to look for them. Ask for the eyes to see and all will be revealed. You will know you are once again held in the palm of God’s hand when you find your delight by truly witnessing and being grateful for a leaf, a bug, a daisy. The hum of life and friendship is all around us and all a miracle if only we would look…