“Miracles are not rare. They are simply unnoticed.”
The mind wants the extraordinary — the peak moment, the grand realization, the mystical download.
But spirit is subtle.
It hides in your dishwater. Your shoelace. The way the sunlight hits your floor at 3:17pm.
The sacred isn’t something that appears once in a lifetime.
It is *everything* — when you see it with the eyes of presence.
God is in your routine. Divinity in your inhale. Miracles in the way your skin holds your bones.
You don’t need to escape your life to find truth.
You need to inhabit it.
So today, walk through your life like it’s holy. Touch your coffee like it’s sacred. Sit in silence with your laundry.
Let the mundane teach you reverence.
Because it’s never been about escaping the ordinary — it’s about waking up to the fact that it never was.
Sit with a single object in your hand — a spoon, a stone, a leaf. Examine it slowly. Feel its weight, texture, temperature. Breathe. See it as sacred. Let it teach you presence.
Choose a normal task — making tea, washing your hands, sweeping — and do it today like it’s your devotion.
Talia N. “I kept waiting for something big to change me. Then one day, I noticed the sound of my tea pouring into the cup, and it broke me open. I saw how sacred everything already was.”
There is no such thing as ordinary. Only unawakened seeing.