It is March 22, 38 days into Lent.  My days in the desert are coming to an end.  What better time to talk about miracles than in these last days?

Did I ever tell you that I saw Jesus on the cross?  It was in my mind’s eye that I saw him.  I felt his ever loving arms surround me.  I felt his radiance.  I felt his warmth.  And I felt lost never more…me,  the ever lost shepherd.

I had lost the gift of my third eye for awhile.  I became lost again for awhile.  But in these days of Lent, I have found it again.  I breathed through my center, relaxing and letting everything go.  I found myself part of the cosmos.  I found the God in me.  I found my own divinity.

The world is with me.  The world is in me.  I have lost my stubbornness, my Chinese stiff neck.  I can see in all directions now.  I can see from both sides, from up and down – as Joni Mitchell would sing.  And yet I still don’t know life at all.  It is still a mystery, but I am open to all its miracles.

I do not have to know all the answers.  They will reveal themselves one by one.  I do not have to be perfect.  I can make mistakes.  Life is fluid.  Nothing stays the same. The universe is forever shifting, like the desert sand.