As you enjoy winter’s first snowfall, take a moment to reflect on how you fit into the miraculous timing of it all. PJH
If we have never been amazed by the very fact that we exist, we are squandering the greatest fact of all. –Will Durant
Odds of bowling a 300 game: 1 in 11,500
Odds of being hit by lightening: 1 in 576, 000
Odds of getting a royal flush on your first five cards: 1 in 649,740
Odds of becoming U.S. President: 1 in 10,000,000
Odds of winning the $340 million jackpot in MegaMillions lottery: about 1 in 175,000,000
Odds of your being born in this particular time, place and circumstance: about 1 in 400,000,000,000
YOU are not here by mistake.
The beauty and marvel of your birth, is not much different from that found in nature. PJH
Timing’s everything. The vapor rises
high in the sky, tossing to and fro,
then freezes, suddenly, and crystallizes
into a perfect flake of miraculous snow.
For countless miles, drifting east above
the world, whirling about in a swirling free-
for-all, appearing aimless, just like love,
but sensing, seeking out, its destiny.
Falling to where the two young skaters stand,
hand in hand, then flips and dips and whips
itself about to ever-so-gently land,
a miracle, across her unkissed lips:
as he blocks the wind raging from the south,
leaning forward to kiss her lovely mouth.
– William Baer
Journal prompts (from Kay Adams):
- “Timing’s everything.” What in your current life is perfectly timed? Or, what seems out of synch?
- What does the new year 2010 hold for you with regard to “sensing, seeking out (your) destiny”? What do you envision for yourself in 2010? What can you dare to dream for?
- A sonnet holds a particular rhyme form in 14 lines. (You can deconstruct the rhyme form easily in the sonnet above. Basically, three sets of four lines hold alternating line-end rhymes, closed by a rhyming couplet.) Try writing a sonnet on winter, or love, or your visions for the year ahead.