My friend Susan talks about “miracle walks” in her fabulous books. These are walks you take with no particular destination, in search of beauty, goodness, a little surprise. The amazing thing about them is that just by declaring them a “miracle walk” you always find something special along the way.
Sometimes you end up meeting a friendly dog, sometimes you strike up a conversation with an old man selling oranges, sometimes you see something so beautiful, right in your neighborhood, that you wonder, “Has this been here all along?”
Keri Smith posted an entry recently that spoke of seeing things (and later drawing them) in her neighborhood that others didn’t notice. Maybe she didn’t call it a miracle walk, but I am convinced her eyes (and heart) were open to see the goodness, and that’s what emerged. Like magic.
This garden entrance is only two blocks from my house. I never saw it until yesterday.