‘Capturing the Miraculous’

There’s a concept that works well for me and it is called ‘Capturing the Miraculous.’

For example, this tree and its branches caught my eye. The way it expands over the skies and heavens. The intricacies of the details. The art in nature is quite revealing.

It’s reminds me of pulmonary arteries and veins. Interesting enough, we need trees to breathe. Breath is life.

In what may seem to be a regular meaningless task as with walking down the sidewalk, perhaps make an effort to capture the miraculous. What this means is, attempt to identify the meaningful moments hidden, awaiting to be uncovered and unveiled.

This is an exercise that attempts to highlight the meaningful distinctions in this grand design as with this tree that is overlapped over the panorama of the heavenly skies.

The branches intricate and also symbolic of that interconnected web of life. Each of us like branches connecting to a larger mother tree of soul.

If we are too fixed looking down, who would have thought that by simply looking upward, therein would be a glimpse of a perception deeper and transcendent.

At times we would like to believe that we are isolated in our individual existence, yet are we undervaluing the significance of what it means to be interconnected in this shared instinct for survival? Yet there must be more than a basic instinct for survival.

What if we were to broaden our perspective and to choose to believe or to be willing to perceive that we are not isolated and alone in our existence, but walking on beside one another, the many others, sharing alongside in this great potential for life?

A life rooted on this beautiful bounty of a world called home, the terrestrial sphere of mother earth. A living foundation for an incarnated truth known as the specimen of man. A human testament of meaning-making throughout the course of one’s life.

Is there hope? Absolutely. We are more similar than different. In fact, we are all cut from the same cloth, branches from the same tree, on our journey home.

(c)2024 John Piedrahita

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