I have always loved this quote of Einstein’s:
‘There are two ways to live life – one as if nothing is a miracle and one as if everything is.’
As I have had enormous amounts of time to contemplate my life, and Life in general, over the past several months of enforced Retreat I have come to believe life is ‘both – and’ as far as miracles go. Life since mid-March has been filled with anxiety, fear and eventual surrender to what is happening around the world right now. So, any little thing that is beautiful or sounds enchanting or sails by my vision into the heavens seems like a miracle. And it is! On the other hand, everything in the world is appearing and happening and evolving as it should so is not a miracle but just Life rolling out in front of me. And it is!
I feel it is a Miracle I am alive at all in this wondrous, random universe and also perfectly reasonable that I Am here. Why not be here now? I have my part to play, whatever that might be, and I pray I can be a source of strength or solace to someone else on this Path we collectively find ourselves on. Everything that transpires now is a miracle and also natural: a paradox, the Great Paradox (as I am learning through the Shamanism teachings I have been listening to online).
So…as I sat by the lake each morning at dawn’s early light this summer I started writing about the ‘miraculous wonders of Nature’ surrounding me. These flora and fauna don’t know I see them as miracles, they just Are:
Lakeside Haikus
lake is a mirror
reflecting sky and trees
ducks paddle past me
eagle, heron, hawk
gliding with outstretched wings
I sit in silent awe
silently she glides
eyes and ears alert for foe
mother duck on patrol
splash and flash of hooves
frolicking on yonder shore
teenage deer show off
ripples on lake surface
turtle, fish or leaping frog
stir the water’s soul
flap, flap, flap, flap, glide
paddle, paddle, paddle, glide
I alone don’t glide
bird stands on a rock
wings outstretched to catch a breeze
lovely fan dancer
ghost moon riding high
paused betwixt new and full
luminous halfling
sun peeks through trees
lotus petals open wide
greet the day smiling


Then I wrote about my human experience as contemplated lakeside during my personal silent retreat July 5th:
my words drop like stones
how will they ripple out-out
open your ears and heart
sitting in silence
thoughts flit like butterflies
by noon they cease
time and space are one
pay attention to your dreams
they whisper the truth
life is illusion
dip your toe in the waters
stir your reality