I took the route beside the school, a path with a high fence on both sides and I realized I was not moving but the fences were moving past me. Taking care of themselves they went proudly on by.
A little girl approaches running ahead of her parents and her baby brother in a pram. What fun to watch the giggling girl and the loving joyful connection to her parents. What a delight to notice.
On the way back home I saw a second person selling the Big Issue magazine. The first person I saw earlier was sitting in a wheelchair, full of care, and trying to impress on me the seriousness of life. This woman was smiling, open, wrapped up because of the cold but not withdrawn. She was fresh and present like the wind around her. I bought a magazine, not for the magazine itself or the donation she would get, but for the reminder of life.
Nearly back home, a parked car on the other side of the road, catches my attention. I’ve never seen that color before. It has a luminosity about it that I can’t describe. A shining that makes the color hard to describe. I cross the road to take it in and then smile at myself as a thought comes to mind:
Yes, this is the real world. It has beauty when I am open to see it. When I am free from movement it dances. When I am free from fear it smiles. When I am colorless, I enjoy its color.
by James Kelly, Creator of Miracle Choice Game