Atlas shrugged. Conniving Sisyphus was condemned to pushing a boulder uphill only to watch it roll back. Icarus, full of pride, flew too close to the sun and was destroyed. Sometimes there is a fine line between boldness and complacency. Finding the middle path can be treacherous.

A gentle face, with her nose almost touching my office window sat and stared into my eyes. Softly I sang

And, as they say, the rest is history. Choice. I could’ve shrugged. I could’ve been stealth hobbit and covered my tracks. My actions could have been perceived as hubris. I listened for the Whisper. I heard only the song. I saw only the dear eyes in front of me and felt the deer eyes still watching me though she was long gone. Not really a choice. Sweet mercy rose within me and greeted each obstacle with equanimity and compassion. No shrug. No trickster. No pride.

Today I learned rules can have heart. Perhaps a new definition of a miracle.