Invisible miracle

I haven’t found the right words yet. Perhaps I never will (although not from lack of trying). And it probably doesn’t matter. After all, it’s not really about language.Still, I am drawn to try.

This emerging presence is an everyday occurrence, nothing unusual, common – and at the same time, it is a miracle. There is so much here that calls out to me to be noticed. Objects seem to embody feelings and they are worthy of my attention, of special moments of reflection and affirmation. Indeed, these common miracles require that.

There is a grace I often miss by moving too quickly; there is a possibility of transcendence that responds to the balance of a moment. I feel it in this blossom, emerging into visibility; the interplay of light and color remind me somehow of being alive and connected. In this bleak time, it's a welcome reminder.

Blessings,

Marco