{"id":1204,"date":"2017-04-05T17:19:08","date_gmt":"2017-04-05T21:19:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tamara.tedzplace.ca\/?p=1204"},"modified":"2017-04-05T17:48:25","modified_gmt":"2017-04-05T21:48:25","slug":"seeing-and-believing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tamara.tedzplace.ca\/?p=1204","title":{"rendered":"seeing and believing…"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cI dwell in possibility\u2026\u201d \u00a0~ Emily Dickinson<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

“Courage dear heart” \u00a0(from The Voyage of The Dawn Treader) by C. S. Lewis<\/em>,\u00a0 \u00a0I have always felt that these are the words of my heart, and in so many ways they are, but really this from Emily Dickinson:
\n\u201cI dwell in possibility..\u201d\u00a0 I think, it is rather safe to say,
\nthis is me.
\nIn fresh morning sunlight, I open the curtains to greet the day.\u00a0 Angus our cat and I peer out the window seeped in curiosity.\u00a0 It is spring, my favourite time of the year to look for miracles
\nand morning sunlight and I,
\nwell we are very old friends.
\nAs I look out, my eyes come to rest on something smallish, but not too small, rather ovular tucked up under the front bush.\u00a0 It looks to be an egg, but like the size of a chicken\u2019s egg or could it be a duck\u2019s?\u00a0 Seems kind of unlikely really, but even though I have blinked a few times, it is still there.\u00a0\u00a0 When my husband comes down, I tell him to look out the front window to see.\u00a0 Now I\u2019m wondering if that rabbit that paid a visit the other morning, may have indeed been the Easter Bunny ?
\nAnything is possible\u2026.\u00a0 I suppose.
\nHow wonderful, I think to myself and this bit of magic adds a beautiful dash of joy to my day.
\nSo, yes, this is me – I dwell in possibility\u2026
\nEvery 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.
\nI 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
\nit is then that I instead go within
\nwhere I am sure to find it
\nelsewhere.. \u00a0 \u00a0(than in that uncooperative bit of glass)
\nI dwell in the possibility of friendship, in kindness and connection.\u00a0 In caring for each other\u2019s hearts and in standing together in solidarity when things of this world are heavy.
\nI 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!
\nI begin and end each and every day in great gratitude for the blessings of life,
\nand always my heart is open,
\nto the
\npossible.
\nThe conclusion to the above story is, I went outside with my camera, just to look at the egg, careful not to not disturb.\u00a0 What I discovered there,\u00a0 made me smile a little.
\nI came in the house and said to my daughters, it looks kind of like ..\u00a0\u00a0 a football??
\nTo 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.\u00a0 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.
\nWhich now, somehow ..\u00a0 has turned up, \u00a0carefully and cozily tucked up under the front bush.
\nI look out this window, every day.\u00a0 In good weather I tend to this garden, and yet never before has this little football\/egg been seen.
\nSo today, I look out, and again I see an egg nestled there
\nand<\/p>\n

I dwell in possibility\u2026 \u00a0\u2665<\/p>\n

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\u201cI dwell in possibility\u2026\u201d \u00a0~ Emily Dickinson “Courage dear heart” \u00a0(from The Voyage of The Dawn Treader) by C. S. Lewis,\u00a0 \u00a0I have always felt that these are the words of my heart, and in so many ways they are,…
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