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Ancient Gods & Miracles

12/6/2018

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9:30 a.m.
             I'm sitting by the back window, cup of coffee warming my hands when suddenly, I see through the camouflage of brown brambles and bare trees, two deer—one female, head down nibbling whatever nourishment still thrives under layers of dead leaves; and one male, head down sniffing the female’s nourishment. They are a couple, I think.
            Just as suddenly, a train passes along the trestle as it does everyday in 15 or 20 minute intervals. Today, the train stops though and awakens the sun to shine on me through my window. I raise the blinds to allow full access. The deer continue nibbling and sniffing. The train continues to stay. The sun continues to shine on us. It is tableau.
            We remain in our respective roles for 20 minutes or so. I marvel about how my body slows, is neither thinking of what I need to do nor caring that I don't. I do notice that the female deer is almost impossible to see, her camouflage so correct as to save the next generation. The male is brown, but deeper, more noticeable.
            Finally the female deer decides to sit. She uses three jerky movements to settle herself. The male deer stands a few more seconds, then joins her in sitting. They are opposite each other, only inches between. His ears remain upright, twitch, listen. She is more relaxed, continues chewing. I smile because it looks like she’s chewing a stick of Juicy Fruit.
            We are montage making a miracle; Olorun (the sun) shinning down on Òsóòsì 
(the hunter, deer), Ògún (iron, technology), and me.
            My fixed schedule looms but I can not move. It's as if the miracle bids me relax, desires that I bask in the majesty of Olóòfin's
 (God’s) natural manifestations, His/Her/Its science and technology.
            After about 20 minutes more, train sounds begin, the grind of metal on metal urge forward movement. As the train slowly departs, the deer stay, are not frightened by the train’s big noise, have become familiar and comfortable with the reverberation of iron.
            The sun hangs about. The deer and I receive continuous shots of vitamin D.
            After more minutes, a new train arrives. The deer glance up, appear to watch its arrival as children do, in states of wonder.
            I turn my face to the sun, directly in front of me now, smile, hold the miracle. Physically, spiritually and intellectually, I experience majesty, say:

Mo júbà Olóòfin! Mo júbà Olorun! Mo júbà Ògún! Mo júbà Òsóòsì!
            Only then am I released and refreshed enough to fit myself into the schedule Spirit has planned for me.
           Most often our schedules prevent us from spending moments with miracles. Like the train, deer and sun, let us revive ourselves again.
            What are your miracles? Translate the experience into your knowledge of majesty.
             Share them if you'd like and happy creating!
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