I was reminded of a story I had written many years ago and watching the morning glories unfold from my window.

It was the first time I recall being truly aware; awakened to the fullness of that very moment.

In my stillness, I could appreciate its depth of colors amplified through the grace of misted dew. And the cardinal’s vigilant gaze, mindful to the impermanence of nature’s view.

Most assume mindfulness to be an ‘all at once’ sort of revelation. Though, I believe it to be manifested within these pockets in between; fleeting glimpses into heart of simplicity.

As the venerable Thich Nhat Hanh once observed, “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.”

My darlings, today I wish you the blessing of this moment – and the opportunity to reflect on the greater miracles which surround.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️