Blessed be this encounter with the on-going mystery of living, this that I take for granted and forget to notice, much less bless. By what logic would I expect that some foul bubbling up of oozing mud-strong life could lead to anything as unlikely and as certain and solid and beautiful as human bodies?
The lesson, beyond the obvous benefits of noticing, is to learn to remain sufficiently conscious so that our life becomes a way to celebrate our connection to this commonplace miracle.
What I see with increasing clarity is the centrality of staying connected, how that leads to building the presence of heart in every aspect of my life, how it can shift me from impatience to quiet wonder. lt's not that far when you're all there!