Life Really is Miracle

We got this weird off-breed of chickens that are maximized for egg production while wandering around eating bugs and scraps and such.  They are not broody at all.  They will lay an egg on top of a post and then just walk off.

But one just got it into its head to be broody anyhow.  The chicks hatched this morning.  Cute, yes.  But the sense of joy and the miraculousness of life is palpable.  We are all just fizzing around grinning at each other.

Some people in our ward just had a baby boy have a temporary heart failure.  They thought he was going to die but instead he is in a coma.  The thing is, he’s deeply beautiful that way.  It’s as if stripping off all the movement and interaction make you appreciate how beautiful just life is.  The purity of seeing someone in their sleep is the purity of seeing life in its essence.

One of my heathen has a journal that she has titled “My Banalities.”  Because, she said, all she ever writes down are ordinary things.  She is very wise.

“That glory by which your bodies are quickened“