- Years ago, I had a former mentor school me on what he perceived was my “glass-half full” view of life. He shared the Albert Einstein quote: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” The quote and his lesson stuck with me. I came across Walt Whitman’s beautiful poem “Miracles” which was written 157 years ago. My immediate thought was that while so much has changed – so much more has not changed at all. Here’s “Miracles“:
- Miracles
- “Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.
To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.
To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves- —the ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?”
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Thank you Marina Kanavaki, the artist of “The Wood I Pink” (© marina kanavaki) for permitting me to share her work. Marina was born in Athens, Greece. She studied art and music in Athens and London including Classical piano, jazz improvisation and classical singing. She is now a creative art director. She has had her work shown in Smith΄s Gallery (London) and painting exhibitions in Epohes gallery, in Athens.

Love the poem and love Albert Einstein’s quote: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” So true………
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Thanks Jenny…
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What a wonderful, miraculous way to start my day…thank you
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Another inspiring post, David. I sent it to my 12-year old daughter. Wonder is so easily lost these days.
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Hi John. Thank you. Enjoy your Sunday.
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Great post David!
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I definitely needed to read your post this morning. Perfectly timed. Thank you.
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Sounds like another miracle! Thanks Mona.
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🙂
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I love this. I had to share it with my friends.
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Enjoy!
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Einstein and Whitman — two sages of modern times. They speak to us now and visit us in our thoughtful moments. Excellent post. A miracle in fact!
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Thanks Frank.
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I guess the description of miracle they made is simply life…as it is.
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passing on the Sunshine Award to you…glad to have found you…
http://makebelieveboutique.com/2012/03/04/sunshine-award-2/
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Thank you!
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You continue to inspire, David! Thanks
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Thank you Liz!
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Reblogged this on MyDestiny2011 and commented:
Thank you so much for all the inspirations, David.
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Thank you for the feedback!
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Such a beautiful [and overwhelming] poem, David! I’m honored to have my painting next to this amazing poem. THANK YOU!
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Thanks Marina. It (the poem) needed your handiwork to light it up!
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To live every day with these thoughts in mind are such a blessing:
“To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,”
Very much our own choice to live, or not, as if everything around us is a miracle!
As for me and my house, we prefer the miracle attitude!
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Great twist!
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wonderful wonderful poem, I blogged a miracle of a poem about miracles here, you may enjoy that too!http://amonikabyanyuvva.wordpress.com/2011/11/27/1020/
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Thank you for sharing.
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Thanks for sharing. Love these excerpts from the poem:
“A run-of-themill miracle:
winds mild to moderate
turning gusty in storms…
A miracle (what else can you call it):
the sun rose today at three fourteen a. m.
and will set tonight at one past eight…
A miracle, just take a look around:
the inescapable earth.
An extra miracle, extra and ordinary:
the unthinkable
can be thought.
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