Saturday, March 21, 2009
peppermint sticks and snow cones
There was a miracle this morning and I was a part of it. The forces that showed themselves plainly allowed me to only for a second see the possibilities. I sat on the couch and removed my hat. Without thinking I tossed it with a twirl towards the hat rack thinking it would somehow catch just right and hang itself. The miracle happened. Not only did the hat catch the rack, it caught the one part of the rack I was looking at. Not one second later, the hat adjusted itself just as I would have had I placed it there with my own hand. It was a perfect miracle and it happened without me putting in any effort. It was done as if it had been done a thousand times before in exactly the same way. I suspect that if I were to go back in time and try that again the results would be quite different; maybe not, who is to say? Anyway, the miracle was real. It happened gracefully and without thought and it made me smile. To me, that's a pretty cool way to open up the day. How many miracles will you be a part of today? LLc 98.2
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