Monday, March 3, 2014

Footsteps in the Snow

We may be huddle inside sheltered from the cold, our "external" lives temporarily on pause waiting for the storm to pass, the sun to shine, the temperature to rise, but outside where the wild creatures grow life goes on unstopped by its own. Through the wind and the snow, little creatures make their way to sustenance, looking for scraps where they can, their lives at once tampered with and connected to ours. Squirrels munch, birds flutter, all while the blizzard goes on, unfettered by that into which they have been intricately woven, inexplicably created, and eternally bound. 

All of life is a miracle. My miracle today is bearing witness to its glory, its beauty, and its mystery.

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