I am taken by surprise this morning. Bemused. Befuddled. Mystified.
Where I sit in my office I look out on the front yard and across the street where 50s style bungalows are lined up in a straight line thanks to urban developers of bygone years who designed for the ease of people not the movement of cars. This is an older residential area, older for Calgary that is where 100 years is viewed as ancient history. With the city’s urban sprawl it is considered inner city, though compared to the inner, inner city neighbourhood I used to live in, I think of it as outer inner city.
What befuddled me this morning and captured my attention was the four-legged critter that loped across the lawn, west to east. Oh no, my mind thought when first I spied it moving into my view. Someone’s dog is on the loose.
And I watched for a moment thinking I might have to gear up for the cold and venture forth to see if I could corral the dog and find its owner.
As I started to get up from my desk, however, I realized my mistake. It wasn’t a dog. It was a coyote on the prowl.
I sat back down with a thud.
A coyote on my front lawn? Whatever is it thinking? This is the city. Cities and wild beasts do not mix.
It obviously hadn’t gotten that memo. It didn’t seem to care about urban proprieties and, given that awhile later I watched three white bunnies leapfrog along the snow-covered street, I can understand why. No sense worrying about human sensitivities when breakfast cavorts with abandon throughout the neighbourhood!
Unconcerned by my watching eyes, it loped across the lawn and as quickly and silently as it appeared, it disappeared around the hedge between the neighbour’s house and ours. And it was gone.
Miracles are like that.
They appear and unless our eyes and hearts are open, we can easily miss them, or mistake them for a stray dog investigating the neighbourhood as we carry on with our day, intent on getting done what we intended.
In our not seeing eyes, we miss out on the wonder and awe of the moment unfolding. We miss out on the delicate balance of nature and humanity meeting on the playing field of life, in the most unexpected places.
And the moral of the story? Keep your eyes open for miracles, magic and wonder. They’re everywhere waiting for us to rejoice in their presence
And… in case any of my neighbours saw me out there in the wee hours of the morning and was wondering what I was doing dressed in my big woolly winter coat flapping around my pink pjs with the starfish design, trundling through the snow taking photos in the dark — no, I wasn’t a peeping Tom or a flasher or a cat burglar. I was just a curious voyeur out to capture a sign of the magic that passed by my window this morning.
What kind of magic is all around you? Are you open to seeing the miracles in everyday?
Over on my A Poetry Affair page I share a poem I wrote inspired by the snow that fell last night. The photo is not actually taken this morning — it is dark out still — it was taken at the edge of dawn following another snowfall that left the world looking just like it does this morning! Beautiful and mystical and silently serene. A morning to embrace, enjoy and awaken to with awe.