It stuck me this morning while I was gazing at my three amaryllis plants in the dining room that what I’m really doing is
Looking for God
And it’s not just in these flowers, but also in the woods, along the snow covered path in the park, in the sky, and in the faces of the people I love and those I do not know. There are ordinary miracles surrounding us every day if we only look for them.
Everywhere I look I see infinity, beauty, the spark of life, and more…
“The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself.”
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What is life? How is it that the spark of life makes something grow and become and then eventually die, dissolve, and re-animate in a new form here on earth?
On Traveling to Beautiful Places
Every day I’m still looking for God
and I’m still finding him everywhere,
in the dust, in the flowerbeds.
Certainly in the oceans,
in the islands that lay in the distance
continents of ice, countries of sand
each with its own set of creatures
and God, by whatever name.
How perfect to be aboard a ship with
maybe a hundred years still in my pocket.
But it’s late, for all of us,
and in truth the only ship there is
is the ship we are all on
burning the world as we go.
— Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings
I have no answers but I keep looking and wondering and feeling gratitude for all the beauty and wonder of life.
Are you looking for God? Can you see God, by whatever name you call him/her in your life today?
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