Miracle. All of It.

I know already that I will return to this day whenever I want to. I can bid it alive. Preserve it. There is a still point where the present, the now, winds around itself, and nothing is tangled. The river is not where it begins or ends, but right in the middle point, anchored by what has happened and what is to arrive. You can close your eyes and there will be a light snow falling in New York, and seconds later you are sunning upon a rock in Zacapa, and seconds later still you are surfing through the Bronx on the strength of your own desire. There is no way to find a word to fit around this feeling. Words resist it. Words give it a pattern it does not own. Words put it in time. They freeze what cannot be stopped. Try to describe the taste of a peach. Try to describe it.

—  Colum McCann, Let the Great World Spin


  • Photo: Bianca Nakayama. Quote via seemoreandmore
  • Post title Inspired by 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.


  1. Excellent – I can taste the sweetness of such a life and of those deli peaches. And believe it or not, I have learned to greet every single day as a perfect gift of possibilities, love and light. Mind you, that might change as early as my slipping out of bed and being near unable to make my knees working to carry my weight to the bathroom…. but the intention is there, the thankfulness that I CAN get up is great, to know that we will have food on the table and a roof over our head. So yep, every day is a miracle, in its own way.

    And I very much doubt that this quote is coming from Einstein. I’ve read much about him, visited several times the E. Museum in Bern, Switzerland (it’s part of the Historic Museum and well worth a lengthy visit or three), but as a seeker for answers he would basically rule out ‘miracles’. But never mind – it’s an ‘easy to follow suit’ quote, it’s a famous name, it’s all good….

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  2. The ability to make each moment indescribable is perhaps unrealistic – it’s a level of delight that is more of a goal, than attainable – and even then only in retrospect. And I for one, can’t describe the magic of a ripe peach…

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  3. just enjoy it for exactly what it is in real time without having to define it.

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  4. I don’t know if Colum is describing the power of books or memories to transport us wherever we want to go. either way, it is a gift…

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  5. I can feel the peach juice dribbling down my chin!! 🙂 We live .25 miles from a 100+ Cherry orchard and Cherry season Starts TODAY! Cannot. Contain. My. Joy!


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  6. Mouth watering.

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  7. Christie says:

    Luscious! Oh the tastebuds & memory recall the taste of an Early Red Haven…a little earlier today, I was grazin in the garden…feasting on 2″ long sweet Tayberries 🙂 We also enjoyed a Brandie Wine Tomato with dinner…I do remember you sharing of your love of Peaches!!! /// the journey that our mind travels, the memory of an experience, the adventure within the pages of a book, photos, videos, tv -can evoke & transplant our mind to another place…our own personal photos, mementos or memories of a day at the beach or an afternoon in the garden can instantly be recalled in our mind’s eye and felt in our Joy…Life is a Journey of so many moments of experiences…Colum McCann appears to like to recall some enjoyable moments…We must all remember to continue making memories that we are grateful for…

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    • Yes! So true Christie. Your closing line reminds me of:

      There are poems, paintings, thoughts that rest in seeming silence a long time, like a turtle at rest on a creekside rock, unmoving but with its neck fully extended. It is hard to tell if its eyes are open or closed, until you move to just the right angle and all at once the sunlight glints in them. Then perhaps you can see: the turtle is watching you as well, from the alertness of its own particular life and being. Such knowledge is infinite and inexhaustible, as the world itself is infinite and inexhaustible—the writer need only look outward to see what looks back.

      — Jane Hirshfield, from “Language Wakes Up in the Morning: On Poetry’s Speaking,” Ten Windows: How Great Poems Transform the World (Alfred A. Knopf, 2015)


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