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I am falling into a routine of working each day, of getting up, doing yoga, reading, writing, and heading out to toss mail.

As I arrive at the Post Office each day, another pile of mail greets me, more magazines, catalogs, political ads, and a few trays of mail to sort; a never ending job.

Not so different from being a stay at home mom, where the dishes, clothes and housework, cycled into a never-ending job.

In order to keep the mundane from being so mundane, it is our responsibility to look for nuances of differences.

From sharing a few words with a waiting person at the mailbox, to bringing in treats, to seeing the land as you drive upon to change what you listen to as you drive along.

It is the same, but different each and every day.
And I think we can look at life as a routine, no matter what it is we do, or look at the miracle of miracles that accompany us each day.

How many miracles will you see?