I’ve grown to love the word ‘wherever’, I guess because it seems like such a wide-open, welcoming word. It says to me, “Come on in, at anytime and in any place. Please enter – and enjoy feeling satisfied.” ‘Wherever’ is a word about miracles. If I ask where I can find miracles, this word gives the answer, ‘Wherever you are.’
This morning, while Delycia was doing a walk along the river, I took a bike ride along Lantern Hill Road, and – yes – wherever I looked, I saw miracles and felt a powerful satisfaction. If someone had asked me what part of the ride was the best, I would have answered, “Wherever I was,” because every moment was a miracle to me.
WHEREVER (about Patricia F., 46, Blessings, CT) August 11, 2020 Wherever is precisely where she wishes to be - inside a shimmering forest beneath an unfolding sorrow, in a disorderly store on a silent seashore - wherever. She says wherever she is is perfect for her because wherever is always perfect for this endless, seamless universe.
And here are two miracles from earlier this morning, at 5:15 a.m …