I love Jonathan Lockwood Huie's daily quotes and inspirational posts. Today he writes that it’s important to look for the small
miracles of daily life instead of always waiting for the big miracles which may
or may not happen.
Each day we
see small miracles all around if we open our eyes and minds to see them.
Here is a
small miracle, a beautiful photo that my son Rory took of his walk in the woods with
our dog, Loup during the snowfall yesterday. I think it’s so magical when the
snow clings to the trees like this as if they fairies came by and dusted snow
on each branch. So picturesque. Maybe I won’t be so in awe of the snow by March
but right now it looks gorgeous on the trees as the first snowfall of the winter.
another small miracle. I shared a wonderful post about writing by my good
friend Shailaja that is definitely worth a read.
At that same
moment in time, Shailaja said she received my snail mail card which traveled
all the way from Canada to India. She said she was reading it at the same time
as I shared her post and it made her day.
Yes, small miracles are everywhere ready for you to appreciate them as they happen.
Rainbows and butterflies are all around if you are open to them.
Here is a poem I wrote and an inspirational poster I created about small miracles.
had a fascination for mannequins. I find them creepy but intriguing at the same
time. They seem so life like but yet cold and distant from being human.
come in different styles and looks. Some are very chic and elegant where some
are downright tacky.
see some I like to take photos of them.
I can almost
hear them talking to me as they look at me in their bored, condescending
manner. And why shouldn’t they be condescending? After all, they’re so perfect
with their classic features and slim figures. Their hair and makeup are always
perfect. And of course, their clothes always look good. No dirt or food stains
on their outfits.
I saw at the Rideau Centre were totally white with strong chiselled features
like Greek and Roman statues.
in Toronto had bald white heads like aliens. I didn't like them as much as the ones with actual hair and facial features.
This one in
Montreal didn’t even have a head.
expect them to start talking to me. If they did, what would they say or do?
I wrote this
story as I pondered that very idea.
Here is the mannequin I picture as being Paul in the story.
said that?” Brenda looked around wondering who was talking.
“It’s me. Paul.
Up here. ”
at the talking male mannequin on the platform. He was as handsome as a Greek
god statue with strong chiselled features. And of course he was dressed to perfection
in the latest fall fashions.
wide-eyed at him. “How do you know my name?”
everything about you. I stand here day after day observing and listening to
creepy! Are you stalking me?” Brenda said, biting her nails the way she always
did when she was nervous.
“No, it’s not like that at all. I think you’re
wonderful. Could you help me out, Brenda?”
“What do you
“Help me get out of here.”
me. I’m tired of standing here under these fluorescent lights day in and day
out. I need some adventure.”
be a bit obvious if I took you? The store would say I was shoplifting. You’re
wearing their clothes.”
clothes off me then. I don’t care.”
“I can’t do
that either. That would be indecent.”
worry about that. I’m not anatomically correct. And I don’t feel the cold
either. I spend most of my time naked in a closet anyhow. Luckily Sadie, the
wardrobe girl decided to use me for this fall display. That’s why I need to
plan my escape before she shoves me back in that closet again with the other
there and pondered my predicament.
“So, are you
going to take me with you or not?” he finally asked.
I can’t.” I turned and walked away. For the rest of the day, I avoided that
section of the store.
night at home, just as I climbed into bed, I heard a whisper.
It’s me, Paul.”
I flicked on
the light and grabbed my can of pepper spray that I kept on my bedside table
for sleepovers that got out of hand. “How did you get here? I thought you
that. I’d never tried to walk before. Imagine my surprise when I found out I
“Get out, now!”
“I want to
live with you, Brenda. I’m in love with you.”
“I like you better than Sadie. She treats me
like an object.”
“But you are
an object. You’re a mannequin.”
“It was foolish coming here,” Paul said, a sad
expression on his face. “I thought you’d understand how I felt about you. I’ll
go.” And with that he opened the door and left.
The next day
Brenda arrived at work and saw that Paul’s spot was empty. Why did she feel so
sad about him? What was wrong with her?
approached, an angry look on her face.
seen the mannequin? The boss is boiling mad that it’s missing and he’s blaming
haven’t seen Paul, er it,” Brenda lied. Sadie gave her a puzzled look and
Brenda just shrugged.
he have gone?
Brenda walked along the sidewalk, her head down against the cold autumn wind.
towards the voice and couldn’t believe it. There was Paul and he wasn’t a
mannequin anymore. He stood outside the Party Place dressed up in a pirate
man?” Brenda said in disbelief.
right. Isn’t it great?” he said. “I got a job at the Party Place since I’m so
good at dressing up and standing still for long periods.”
“But how did
you become a man?”
I could walk so I decided to try believing I was a man and it worked. Pretty
cool, eh? I only have one thing left to do.”
swept Brenda into his arms and kissed her. His warm lips were definitely human
and not made of cold fibreglass.
“Now can I
live with you?”
try it out and see,” Brenda said, still in a daze from the kiss.
happy,” Paul said. “And by the way, I’m a man in every way now, too.”