Pause.

All day in shelter
on a granary floor, rain
on the roof like buckshot
in branches. Aroma
of wet earth, dry
grain. The air unhurried
and intentional. I have made
a chair of hay bales, spread
a saddle blanket. Contained
womb-like against the heft
of the out-of-doors, there is
this soft heartbeat of contentment.
The dark print of my life
outside the walls.

David Watts. “Pause.”

People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think
the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on
earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even
recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of
a child—our own two eyes. All is a miracle.

Thich Nhat Hanh. The Miracle of Mindfulness: An Introduction to the Practice of
Meditation.