Miracles

There are so many things that I thought were impossible that have happened in my life. The truth of the matter is miracles happen all the time. Life is literally a miracle. What it takes for an egg and a sperm to join is a miracle. Witnessing a seed turn into a plant is a miracle. The fact of the matter is miracles are ordinary every day occurrences. But most of us spend most of our time imagining the future — tomorrow, next week, the next minute — as something that we already know that is set in stone, and typically it is cast more negatively than not. We do not allow ourselves to imagine possibilities, let alone imagine the impossible.
What would it take for us to dream into being what we most desire? What if most of us began to dream who we are consciously, and to be vulnerable and open? What would it take to realize miracles are every day normal occurrences?