Now that summer is folding into fall, and
leaves dance in riot of color, I notice the pronouncing play of the miracle. Life,
I realize is the presence and absence of this magic ingredient. The miracle and
magic of water never ceases to fascinate me. May be everyone will be enamored
by it- if they pause long enough from their daily grind.
The
entire climate system is tied to this miracle. The clouds, snow, rainfall,
rainbow… its all latent and present in every drop of water. Floating snow flakes
perform a heavenly synchronized dance, always fascinating and perfect.
Everything, everything about the snow is a silent miracle…Earth seems to be
just a giant bubble.
Not
so the monsoon. It is served with gusty windy, crackles of thunder, chaotic
swaying of the trees and plants, like ghosts dancing. The dust balls that
dissolve in rivulets of brown water and the brown that gradually dissolves into
the rapid whites…the foaming cliffs…the celebrations around monsoon…
Dry
deserts with hidden waters…fossil waters…the Antarctic ice sheets…the floes of
ice teeming with life underneath… The mist, the fog, the rain, the sleet, the
hail, the snow…and the water in my cup…I love it all.
The
miracle of water, chemists say, is the unity bond of hydrogen and oxygen…togetherness
at all times. In blood and body, in tears and delight…, everybody from the layman
to the rocket scientists think about water...It encircles our globe as ocean
and connecting us in ways unknown…
Everyday I remember this miracle as I drink my
first cup of water in the morning and offer the verse from Devi Mahatyam
II
Ya Devi Sarva Bhooteshu Vishnumayethi Sabdhitha
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai
Namo Namaha II
What
is your miracle of the day?
Such a heartwarming writeup, Rani! Everything around can feel like a miracle if only we can see it that way....I am so happy you started this blog.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Your blog is my inspiration!
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