Yesterday, this sign stopped me in my tracks. I didn’t notice the misspelled words, just its powerful message with its unlikely presentation: marker on a plastic storage container lid, bungeed to an office chair, in the park we walk in daily. I like your sign I said to the man standing nearby. Do you experience miracles every day? Yes I do, he replied with a smile.
He called himself Cosmos. Although he said he had a home, he preferred to live on the beach or in a park; being close to nature kept his thinking clear. He made money by playing music in Washington Square Park. My acute city-kid radar picked up no vibe of deprivation, addiction or mental illness.
Everything is a choice. I like to keep it as simple as I can. I find I don’t need much.
My one vice is clothes. I love clothes and jewelry.
I noticed his elaborate beaded necklaces.
I asked him if he got what he needed every day.
I do, and always have.
I wrote something about what I’ve learned. Want to hear it?
For every problem, there is a solution
For every question, there is an answer
For every mystery, a revelation
For every trial and tribulation, a lesson
For every prayer, a blessing.
As I was walking away, he called out and motioned for me to come back.
What is the most miraculous thing YOU have ever seen?
His question is a fine one to ponder. It makes me consider what a miracle is in my personal cosmology. From there, I realize there have been MANY miraculous things…
I imagine Cosmos might at times be written off as some “crazy street person” rather than an original stranger-offering-a-gift. No matter. His message is a powerful one, a practice that shifts the view to seeing the gifts around us.