As I Mediate to the morning sounds a sense of awe emerges and I ponder how it is we forget and surrender ourselves to a mundane life when in each moment there is a new beginning. It occurs to me that each moment, each breath is a new beginning. There are no same beginnings, there is no same anything, each moment provides a new beginning, a new opportunity to experience what appear as what is the same in a new way. The sounds of the birds in the morning are never the same, they call out to one another to begin a new day on planet earth. To them nothing is the same.
   Each opportunity we can recognize this truth, that everything, everyone, and every circumstance is never the same but a new opportunity to experience our discoveries, indeed ourselves in a new way. What appears  mundane, same ole same ole, is a miracle in the making, an opportunity of a life time, to see the extra ordinary surrounding us. The simplicity of the sound as a morning dove signals a new day is beginning. When have you actually felt the softness of your own skin, the miracle of warm socks, the ability to look out a window and see a landscape that in each moment houses universes upon universes within it. How have we forgotten to be as children, explorers of a new land, excitement and joy at the ability to see life as it is.
 As we sit in our office chairs contemplating the 5 o’clock hour when we will be released from our self-imposed prison, we have forgotten the basic joy that comes from merely existing on a planet with such immense beauty and life that it would require infinite lifetimes to explore all of its content. This same mundane office houses infinite opportunities to experience ourselves in a new way. We cannot begin to grasp the immense value in understanding this basic concept for it is precisely with this perspective that we are freed from the shackles of our own minds of boredom and lack.Â
      As I peer around this room I recognize that each object requires many elements to be as it is and it is the ability for me to perceive these objects , that they appear for I am the glue we shall say that renders these items an object for without my observation they would not exist but as a potentiality.  I am the life that brings to life the world in which new beginnings are in each moment.