You Miraculous Miracle, You!

mir·a·cle

/ˈmirək(ə)l/

noun

plural noun: miracles

  1. a surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency.

    synonyms:wonder, marvel, sensation, phenomenon, supernatural phenomenon, mystery"his recovery was a blessed miracle"

  2. a highly improbable or extraordinary event, development, or accomplishment that brings very welcome consequences.

You are here. That is truly miraculous yet often treated as commonplace. You have been here as long as you have been here, but do you fully grasp all the things that had to happen to bring you into being? To this very time and place. What might your life feel like if you treated every day and circumstance as miraculous?

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There are only two ways to live your life: as though nothing is a miracle, or as though everything is a miracle.
— Albert Einstein:

Walt Whitman, 1819 - 1892

Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the
        water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night
        with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer
        forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so
        quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the
        same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.

To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—the
        ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?