There are moments—perhaps in meditation or prayer or dance or song or stargazing— when we are privileged to step behind the veil of ordinary life and into contact with the Mystery.
When have you stepped behind the veil into a sense of wonder?
We humans dream of flying, of soaring like hawks on outstretched arms. But mostly we hop, rather than soar. We launch ourselves up, and promptly come back to earth. Perhaps these tiny moments of flight are just as glorious as the unattainable soaring, if only for the fact that we can actually make them happen.
What small victory will you celebrate today?