Thanks to Golden Age of Gaia
All of Life is a Miracle. Of course, it is. Therefore, it is clear that I am a Miracle-Worker. It may not be so clear to you that you are also a Miracle-Worker.
You may have no idea of how commonplace Miracles are. Miracles are rife, right and left. You are tripping over Miracles like sand on the beach. You may be oblivious. Likely, you carry heavy thoughts of troubles more than you carry Enlightened Thoughts of Miracles.
Somewhere along the line you put aside thoughts of Miracles and planted thoughts of worries instead. Thoughts of woe grew like weeds. You worked the soil. You overturned dandelions in good soil like you can’t believe.
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