This could be nothing special,
another Monday, another hum drum commute to work,
the same ol’ salad for lunch,
scrolling through my phone mindlessly,
empty smiles in the office and on the street,
making a routine out of it without even knowing it.
Or I could make it spectacular,
filling up the moments of my day with the knowledge
that it’s all miraculous,
down to the rain falling at my feet
and the feel of the woolen scarf around my neck.
Witnessing miracles is a choice.
This could be nothing out of the ordinary,
or it could be everything wild and free.
You always do,
Your Higher Self