Miracle. Walking slowly in stroll fashion next to Evergreen bushes dropping red berries for its nesting birds to eat. All these bushes come alive with a well trained verbal concert of chirping as each bird eats a red berry for breakfast.
Miracle. Hearing a Cantor sing in Hebrew every morning, davening strongly to his rhythm, bowing forth as we sway forward and backward, kissing the brick of the Wailing Wall, studying Torah, knowing what's happening. In Modim, we are appreciating it all and singing again even louder. "Oseh Shalom." [Make peace.]
Miracle. Smelling whiffs of strawberries, coconuts, and watermelon through the nostrils, laying out comfortably on a deserted island with these aromas all around, tickling the senses. Breathing in fresh air, breathing out foul air. As the coconuts fall off a tree and spatter its milk all around, to eat its meat, to be nourished.
Miracle. To praise G-d seven times per day: "Baruch Atah Adonai," repeated seven times. Seven is a complete number, there are seven days in a week, this number seven completes a week. Shabbat is the seventh day of the week. When we can have seven, we can have complete peace. We can "oseh shalom."
Miracle. I give myself up to prayer, listening and singing Halleluyah! Repeating Halleluyah and feeling YAH in the depths of my gut on a full stomach after a full nutritious breakfast. G-d's blessings are there for the picking, as one picks those handsome coconuts.
Miracle. Remembering the delicious scent of the etrog fruit on Sukkot, we rise and then daven the Amidah but leaning only on one leg. We are forever humble and our shyness gives G-d a chance to speak. We hear Him this way. As the palm leaves rustle in the wind, we can hear G-d whispering.
In awe, eagerly, in our Shakarit prayers, we tell Him we love Him and we thank Him.
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