Ordinarily Miraculous

In the Monday mailbox...

We are hammered by abnormality.

The miracle of the ordinary is as close as the tree in our backyard, the stones in our driveway—if only we can learn to let go, even for a moment, of our obsession with doing, with making things happen, controlling, explaining, manipulating, thinking. By taking a moment to merely “be,” we discover The Great Mystery – always here, waiting. – C. W. Huntington, Jr.

Just a note: None. Not one of these postings likely will be of any worth on your death bed – this one, perhaps, the exception . That is not the point of the postings. They exist only to create in the moment of reading – like this one – that of a pause. For what purpose, a pause? Nothing more than to touch the outside edge of the inside of this moment, entrusting you to take a well deserved inbreath and return with the outbreath to the creative efforts in which you are eternally engaged, for which the whole universe is sometimes appreciative.

Because, at its best, it is a spiritual intercession, poetry brings a modicum of salvation to the human condition. – after Jim Harrison