Miracle is the most natural thing.

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Miracles

Walt Whitman, 18191892

Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the
water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night
with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer
forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so
quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the
same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.

To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—the
ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?

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A Trip to Peggy’s Cove

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The magnificence of nature makes us humble. At the same time, we feel empowered through nature as we sense that we are one of it, and we are inseparable. I was lucky to arrive at Peggy’s Cove, Nova Scotia, on a beautiful day. The scenery here is one of the iconic places in Canada. The rocks, waves and lighthouse exist in harmony, and even with the crowd of tourists, if you just look toward a different direction, you can find an unspoiled open space so enchanting and serene.

Peggy's Cove Lighthouse

Peggy's Cove