The Process of a Miracle.

I wandered outside tonight, feeling the inner need to connect to something bigger then the daily hum drum distractions of life.

I forget that the wonder and awe that wells up from the depths of my being is something I need to replenish by embracing the simplistic wonders all around me.

By embracing the invisible of the extraordinary etched delicately on the fringes of the universe.

Looking up, I began to wonder when the last time was that I had stopped long enough to bathe myself within the heavenly vision of the stars waltzing through the deep, blue twilight above.

It’s been a while.

The stars seem to glow a bit brighter in the cold, darkness of the winter night. Silent and still they have the capacity to stir within me a sense of knowing, a sense of understanding, a sense of purpose and a sense of peaceful tranquility.

Wanting to feel that connection more powerfully, I began to venture towards the side of my house, into my mothers garden, where there are no trees to obstruct my view of the celestial dance of stars glimmering above me.

I crouched down to make my way through the trimmed hedge, stepping through to feel my way for the path that leads into the garden. In the darkness I could not see the path that was before me, I did not know where to step.

But I could feel my way.

A little to the left and I found the wilted frozen under growth that waits patiently for the warm caress of springs arrival for it’s rebirth. A little to the right and I felt the snapping and cracking of the branches that had fallen from the frozen trees above.

One wrong step did not discourage me to give up and turn around, I just continued to feel my way until I felt the familiar sturdy hardness of the worn and weathered bricks below my feet.

I stepped precariously until I felt the path that has always been there and which will always be there when I choose to embrace the journey it offers. Firmly standing on the path, I began to follow it in an almost unconscious manner.

It is a path that is known to me…even if I refuse to accept it’s place within my life at times.

I sometimes don’t want to listen to that inner voice within me that nudges me gently to take responsibility for the person I am.

For the person I wish to be.
For the person I choose to be.
For the person I know I am.

I always heard the voice within me that told me I was special.
I always felt the voice within me that whispered gently that we are all special.

I have discovered that my life, the struggles, the pain, the healing, all of it has occurred for one reason and one reason only….to have me claim responsibility for the path I choose to walk in this life.

The absolute beauty and perfection that comes about when fully surrendering into the constant ebb and flow of the universal tides is the path that leads us all to one another.

It is the path to who I truly am..the path to who we ALL truly are.

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