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Daily Question, May 6

What reminds me of the miracle of simply existing?

  • reality

    “Simply exist”, he said while his eyes, unable to betray their grief, only shown of life’s water, as he shook her a little stronger this time, “you must live”, and he said goodbye. Hitler took him from her, she was naught but 8, yet, knew her father’s sacrifice was great. She lived to tell, ’twas her fate; will you? Will they allow me my next breathe, a simple fate, a miracle indeed. Thanx for all you do and don’t. Have an excellent eve’ ? reality

  • Malag

    Often the sound of a mechanical clock, the steady beat stills me. When stilled there is presence and emerging from that is a sense of that miraculous existence

  • Ose

    When sitting outside, listening to the birds singing in the morning. My neighbor told me it is a blackcap with it´s beautiful song. Sitting on the bench in the garden with my coffee, currently yellow and blue flowers appear in the greenery in front of me like a silent present shining in the soft sunlight of this morning. They seem to even be more grateful after the long awaited rain, offering all their beauty to the world, pure silent pleasure to eyes and all senses.

  • Nancy Walton-House
    When I notice, appreciate and reflect on the beauty, truth, goodness and order in nature, I am conscious of the miracle of simply existing. I remember the scripture “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat [or drink], or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds in the sky; they do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are not you more imp...

    When I notice, appreciate and reflect on the beauty, truth, goodness and order in nature, I am conscious of the miracle of simply existing.

    I remember the scripture “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat [or drink], or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds in the sky; they do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are not you more important than they? Can any of you by worrying add a single moment to your life-span? Why are you anxious about clothes? Learn from the way the wild flowers grow. They do not work or spin. But I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was clothed like one of them. If God so clothes the grass of the field, which grows today and is thrown into the oven tomorrow, will he not much more provide for you, O you of little faith? So do not worry and say, ‘What are we to eat?’ or ‘What are we to drink?’ or ‘What are we to wear? All these things the pagans seek. Your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom [of God] and his righteousness, and all these things will be given you besides. Do not worry about tomorrow; tomorrow will take care of itself.” Matthew 6:25-34

    I am delighted and grateful for all the miracles of simple existence in our living system of which I am a very small part.

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  • Jennifer L. Wyatt
    What a wonderful question to answer and reflect on. The miracles of existing are not something that I think of often. The biggest miracle is getting up and seeing the sunshine and all of the signs of Spring. For me, the flowers coming up, the beautiful yellows of the forsythia, and all of the green buds on the trees is the promise of new growth and new beginnings . This happens every year and this is a miracle. Feeling awake, aware, alive, and open to the new opportunities and choices that eac...

    What a wonderful question to answer and reflect on. The miracles of existing are not something that I think of often. The biggest miracle is getting up and seeing the sunshine and all of the signs of Spring. For me, the flowers coming up, the beautiful yellows of the forsythia, and all of the green buds on the trees is the promise of new growth and new beginnings . This happens every year and this is a miracle. Feeling awake, aware, alive, and open to the new opportunities and choices that each day brings is a miracle. Mindfulness and gratitude add to the mindset of “Each day is a new beginning or one day at a time.

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    • Michele

      Growing up in PA and now living in Florida I do miss the beautiful yellows of the forsythia.

  • Tahsin Tabassum

    to be honest
    it doesn’t remind me of any miracle

  • AC

    Gentle breezes, watching clouds form, sunsets, moonlight, star gazing, lightning in the distance, thunder, watching a storm pass, the smell of fresh air, stillness…

  • Ed Schulte

    Children’s laughter

  • Melissa
    Waking up and walking through the meadow to see the Western Bluebirds that come to house and built a nest in our birdbox every spring. I have a special whistle sound I made up .They come if out in the meadow. The pair come very close to me even if I am far from their birdhouse. I don't know if it is the babies from last year that remember. Yet it makes me feel deeply happy that they will continue and being a witness to this miracle gives me so much hope for the planet and fills my soul. It has ...

    Waking up and walking through the meadow to see the Western Bluebirds that come to house and built a nest in our birdbox every spring. I have a special whistle sound I made up .They come if out in the meadow. The pair come very close to me even if I am far from their birdhouse. I don’t know if it is the babies from last year that remember. Yet it makes me feel deeply happy that they will continue and being a witness to this miracle gives me so much hope for the planet and fills my soul. It has been so seven springs in a row.

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  • Gerry

    At dusk last evening, I opened my door, stepped onto the lane with thoughts of herons, a pair I saw a few days ago leaving the pond at twilight. Maybe, I’d see them again. When I raised my eyes, no herons, but a moon, just a sliver less than full framed perfectly between two trees. Unexpected beauty took my breath away.

  • pkr

    Waking up to a new and beautiful day. Hearing the birds singing in the quiet morning. Gazing up at the almost full moon last night and Venus. Absolutely beautiful. Feeling so blessed and grateful that I can witness Mother Nature in her glory.
    Have a blessed day All. ❤️

    • Debra

      pkr~~beautiful imagery. I too gazed up at the almost full moon last night in awe and wonder. Mother Nature is so amazingly ‘fantabulous’!

  • Michele

    Birth and death. It amazes me that a 24 week fetus can survive but that there are others that do not. That our planet in our solar system has life and the others do not.

  • Debra

    Breathing in consciously and deeply and exhaling slowly. It is my realization that all life is a blessing ~~~ a miracle ~~~ if I allow myself to ‘be’.

  • Katrina

    My garden in my back yard.

  • Rachel

    The aroma of cat mint or bergamot freed from their leaves slightly bruised by my knees or hands as my fingers search through foliage and old leaves, wood chips and soil for the uninvited.

  • Maeve

    Walking outside just now, in the cool spring morning. Hearing the birds, and seeing the sun shine through my bleeding heart flowers.

  • sparrow

    What first comes to mind
    is a wild flower,
    a dragonfly on a leaf in the sun on a hot day . . .

  • Pollyanna Gladwell

    Death.

    To be with someone at the time of their death, as I was with both of my parents and my husband, is an enormous privilege and a gift to remind me of the miracle of simply existing.

    Watching the life force expire and being reborn is visible in the wonder of the seasons of the year. It reminds me that each night I die to the “old me” and am reborn on awakening with the potential of a new perspective and the possibility of change.

  • Paula

    A hug

    • Debra

      Paula: Absolutely. What I would give for a hug right about now!

  • Eddie

    As an artist color amazes me – it stops me in my tracks every day. A cerulean sky or parakeet green in the spring.

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