People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child — our own two eyes. All is a miracle.
– Thich Nhat Hahn
Today I counted the miracles or the gifts I found throughout my day, or as I like to say, the treasures along the the way. This practice always helps me transform anxious thought patterns and energy. It helps me stay grounded and in the present moment. It gives my creative attention a positive task so that I’m not so consumed with fear-based thinking like worry. It also fills my heart with an abundance of gratitude. In addition, what you focus on expands, so once your attention is on the miracles around you, you begin to notice more.
Since my morning had started a bit stressful and I felt anxious thoughts creeping in, I decided to pay attention to the miracles all around me hoping this would shift the stagnant energy I was feeling. First things first, bring in the light! I opened the drapes to greet the outside world. I instantly spotted a hummingbird hovering not far from the window, facing toward me as if to capture my attention. He had a pretty glittery red patch on his chest. His wings moving so fast, like a fairy flitting about. After a few moments with a quirky kissing sound he playfully zipped away high up into the air. Miracle one, I said aloud.
As I began the tasks of the day I heard the voice of a boy talking with his sister as they biked past my home. You have to meet this boy to understand fully, but just the sound of his voice, his energy and enthusiasm made me smile. He doesn’t come by very often, it was the perfect moment. It felt like divine timing. Hearing him created an instant smile on my face and warmed my heart. Miracle 2, I said with a smile.
I decided to take time for meditation and a short asana practice. Since the intention has been set to look for the miracles, I am instantly reminded of the miracle of my breath, of life, of the body and my body’s ability to move with ease. Miracles 3, 4 and 5. It’s wonderful how even just a few moments of this practice can bring a sense of feeling grounded and centered.
While eating my breakfast I observed the bees buzzing and bouncing from flower to flower. They’re amazing creatures, with a purpose, on a mission, focused and in the zone. They know exactly what they have to do and they’re doing it. I’m grateful for their existence and the important part they play in the rhythm of nature, You’re Miracle 6, I said to the bees.
As my day went on I continued to count miracles and declare them aloud. As I ran errands I found myself in a parking lot where a curious sound caught my attention. I looked up to the huge palm trees in front of me lining the parking lot and found beautiful wild parrots flying from tree to tree. Bright almost fluorescent green in color with a bright patch of orange, they were making such loud cheerful sounds. Miracle 11, I said aloud. A woman walking by me gave a look of curiosity. I’m a little embarrassed, so I said to her quickly, I’m counting the miracles I observe throughout my day. Aren’t the parrots beautiful?. Yes!, she replied as she looked up. We both paused there together for a few short moments looking up at the playful parrots.
As the woman started to walk away she smiled at me and said, Miracle 1 and gave a smile. My response came so quickly, Miracle 12, I said with a smile and caught her smiling back from a distance. My heart made a little joyful jump! I had witnessed the powerful effect we have on each other and how what we think, say and do has a ripple effect out into the world, whether we’re aware of it or not. Who knows how the practice of counting miracles affected that woman and those that she may have gone on to inspire to do the same. It was a wonderful reminder and showed up in such a fun and lovely way for me to witness at a time when I needed it most. How about that for a miracle?
As the day went on I continued to count the miracles around me. It’s just before sleep time now as I type this. Being able to share this story with you… miracle 57.
Lisa Brooks Mills
There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.
– Albert Einstein
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