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This morning as I was driving to the Post Office, I had one of those incredible moments of absolute perfection and unending loving kindness; not for any reason, just because it was so.
What if everything working brilliantly is nothing more than us getting out of the way?
Blood becomes bone to heal a break and skin to repair a cut. Every cell in the body is replaced every seven years.
I wonder why we think we know anything, really?
Every single time I focus on my breath moving comfortably in and out of my lungs, I am aware, newly, of the miracle of being alive in this moment.
Isn’t it interesting that it takes many of us so long to see and experience the miracle?