“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” ~Albert Einstein

I think a lot about the nuances of life, the little moments that go unnoticed, the heart and the spaces in our world that so many miss seeing or experiencing. I think about them and I enjoy writing about them. I enjoy sharing my thoughts and experiences mostly, and in my life I’ve come to learn a few things that I personally take as truth. One of these is alive within the sphere of miracles.

It is true, life is a miracle. And, to believe in your heart that life in itself is miraculous, is to believe that miracles do indeed exist. This simple belief is what makes miracles happen. This is the thoughtform that creates a beautiful experience. With this belief void, life is void of sweetness.

I’ve taken many road-trips in my time; traveling to a place unknown and yet to be visited. Along these journeys I look out at the world and see many things. I see the landscape shift, buckle and change. Flat spans of grass become rolling hills. Green rolling hills become rocky, rugged and dry. Buttes rise and fall from the horizon. Tall yellow pines are replaced by the pinion pine and the juniper, then by the cactus and the Joshua Tree. The snow-capped peaks come into view off in the distance. And as the sun sets, I’m left in a mystical wonder of my world.

As I set my eyes on the landscape wherever I stand, I’m always reminded of how beautiful life truly is. The simple miracle of light as it plays songs of color off of orange-red rocks shows me this truth. The purple hue of the horizon as it holds the brightness of the first evening star is proof of this divine miracle.

We must all take lessons from the eloquence and arrogance of nature. This is the miracle, and these are the compliments of life written for us to see and witness each day. They are proof that we are all miracles of creation, and for us to realize this is only the beginning of a great journey; a journey that leads back home to the first flame, to the source of all creation.

But what is this miracle for you? We must all realize that our truths will always be different. They cannot be weighed or measured or compared. What I find in my waking life will be much different than anyone else. My truths will never mirror the truths of others, but we must all find our own, just as we must all find our own way.

The life we know is only the beginning. So much more waits to be sought out, found, smiled upon and embraced. These are the great marvels of life hidden along the paths we walk each day. They are the miracles of creation, and the creation of miracles.

It is true.. Seek and ye shall find.