life: acoustic & amplified

pieces of gratitude

miracles. everyday.

I receive them

all around me

I ask. I receive.

I seek. I am given.

I knock. and gain entrance to the kingdom.

I begin to write on a blank sheet of paper. Poems appear.

I take a step. My way opens and I find a path prepared.

I open my heart and mouth. Songs and melodies erupt in time snd space.

I breathe and the perfume of fresh air and flowers fill my being.

My way is effortless. Life flows easily with great abundance.

These miracles go on and on. Every minute. Every day.

I am in awe. I smile.

I am here. I am full.

❤️

Amy Lloyd

Ordinary Miracles.

Today I am so tired

I have no space in me for big.

I must return

to the small ordinary miracles;

to the way the cup and the bowl

laid upon this table,

once earth themselves, now,

after fire’s touch

are something else entirely,

and give themselves freely

and with the simple symmetry

of their curved line

to the holding of emptiness

or fullness.

Or I will drink tea,

and follow it’s warmth and healing touch within and without,

and mingle my breath

with its vapour and touch the journey of its essence from far away lands

to here, to now, to me.

Or spend time simply remembering

that between the covers

of the books upon my shelves are held minds, lives, worlds, stories, wisdom that will all last longer than this little body of mine.

Or marvel at the striped stones

upon the shore that tell deep time, layer by layer and recall wild days of disaster and dancing in their still sea vigil slowly loosing their grains and building beaches for children’s hands to make sand castles with until the next tide sets them swimming again.

Or just knowing that already I have seen a seed become a tree become a log become a fire become dust and become soil for seed’s planting.

Or watch the sky and know that the blue is still behind the clouds and the stars still shine even in the day.

Or simply sit with the slow rhythm of breath

knowing its biology as blessing, its divine anchoring as presence and prayer.

Today, I am so tired I have no space in me

for big questions, queries, feelings, problems, pains, plans, whether mine or others,

so I will just sit with the small ordinary miracles of being; breathing, watching, touching, tasting the now,

and in the now knowing

the love from which all that is, is.

I will dwell there, today,

in the wonder of it all,

in the wildness of

the small ordinary miracles

of being.

🌻

Richard Hendrick