miracles

I ran across this Albert Einstein quote the other day:

There are only two ways to live your life.
One as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle.

I tend to be the type who lives as though everything were magical, mystical, miraculous. But when I get pushed off that wonder ride every once in a while life seems very bleak indeed. That is, until I take a step outside and walk into the woods, where it's simply impossible to consider life dreary and dismal. Frozen ice in astonishing patterns, a pine needle carpet, a hawk flying high over head. Not to mention the awareness of body heat generated from walking -- we're furnaces on feet people! It's an amazing thing.
I always say the key to enjoying winter is getting outside and into it. Although if you hate the cold, it's hard to get yourself bundled up and out there. But the rewards are invigorating. There's nothing like stepping back into a warm house!
And I'm eagerly anticipating stepping back into my studio a few weeks from now, when I'll have a week off to devote to art. Today I ordered some much needed supplies. And my mind is busy conjuring up images of the work, I should say play, that I hope to dive into.
It's been a slow slog, figuring out just how to get more art time into life again. This is a constant, ebbing/flowing challenge.
Sometimes it feels like I'm just wasting money on the studio rent, but then the cloud cover clears. I carve out some space in my life, claim it, protect it.
Little miracles are happening all the time. We just have to notice them.