Last November, I attended a Courage and Renewal retreat for facilitators on the West Coast. Gathering with dear friends whom I've known for years and meeting folks for the first time, the community carried an intense focus to deepen relationships and recenter spiritually. During one of the sessions, I heard my inner teachers speaking loud and clear: "Where are the miracles?" As usual, I am grateful when they speak their wisdom. I know that I am listening for miracles more in my teaching, and I celebrate when I actually notice what they are.

I know life is filled with challenges, and I know there are more ways that I can even name in words. When I read this blog, however, I return to who you all are in community: kind, forgiving, welcoming people who deeply seek to know who each of you are in solitude and as a group. This blog has hosted words of joy and sadness, celebrations and loss. Sometimes I hear stories that only few of us knew about and sometimes I am reminded of words shared with the entire group at one of our retreats last year. But what I am really noticing today are the miracles held within your relationships. You each show up in your own way, in your own time and on your own feet. You still come together after months without a retreat- those wildly unique and deeply personal moments of caring that you all gave yourselves at several retreat centers around the state. I imagine many of us had conversations last night, whether there at the bowling alley or away in quiet moments, and if you are like me, your mind filled with mental photos of each person's face. And if you were like me, your face quietly lit with each picture!

I feel deep gratitude for my inner teachers and their reminding me what is important to me in life. And I feel deeply grateful that each of you fill one gigantic and constantly growing answer as I find miracles.