“I dwell in possibility…” ~ Emily Dickinson
“Courage dear heart” (from The Voyage of The Dawn Treader) by C. S. Lewis, I have always felt that these are the words of my heart, and in so many ways they are, but really this from Emily Dickinson:
“I dwell in possibility..” I think, it is rather safe to say,
this is me.
In fresh morning sunlight, I open the curtains to greet the day. Angus our cat and I peer out the window seeped in curiosity. It is spring, my favourite time of the year to look for miracles
and morning sunlight and I,
well we are very old friends.
As I look out, my eyes come to rest on something smallish, but not too small, rather ovular tucked up under the front bush. It looks to be an egg, but like the size of a chicken’s egg or could it be a duck’s? Seems kind of unlikely really, but even though I have blinked a few times, it is still there. When my husband comes down, I tell him to look out the front window to see. Now I’m wondering if that rabbit that paid a visit the other morning, may have indeed been the Easter Bunny ?
Anything is possible…. I suppose.
How wonderful, I think to myself and this bit of magic adds a beautiful dash of joy to my day.
So, yes, this is me – I dwell in possibility…
Every day I dwell in the possibility of magic, and miracles, I keep my eyes, my mind and my heart always open, as not to miss even the tiniest thing.
I dwell in the possibility of beauty touching me in a myriad of ways, and even on days when the idea of beauty may be hard to find in my (less than) magic mirror
it is then that I instead go within
where I am sure to find it
elsewhere.. (than in that uncooperative bit of glass)
I dwell in the possibility of friendship, in kindness and connection. In caring for each other’s hearts and in standing together in solidarity when things of this world are heavy.
I dwell always in the possibility of love, as I really did not see this one coming when it caught me in its sails, but oh what a glorious ride!
I begin and end each and every day in great gratitude for the blessings of life,
and always my heart is open,
to the
possible.
The conclusion to the above story is, I went outside with my camera, just to look at the egg, careful not to not disturb. What I discovered there, made me smile a little.
I came in the house and said to my daughters, it looks kind of like .. a football??
To which a light bulb suddenly went off for one of my daughters, and she told me that maybe three years ago, her sister got a little football in her Christmas stocking. When she then proceeded to repeatedly pelt her sister with this little football, daughter number one threatened and then chucked the football out the front door.
Which now, somehow .. has turned up, carefully and cozily tucked up under the front bush.
I look out this window, every day. In good weather I tend to this garden, and yet never before has this little football/egg been seen.
So today, I look out, and again I see an egg nestled there
and
I dwell in possibility… ♥
