This morning I returned from my walk. Thirsty, I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water. As I filled my glass, a male cardinal in all his red glory flew right up to my window, stopped and fluttered his wings—almost a hover—looked at me and flew away.
“Oh, my God,” I said.
I stood with my mouth open. It was a while before I could go on with my ordinary day after such an extraordinary moment.
Brief, unexpected, jaw-dropping brushes with glory. I call them “Oh, my God” moments. I’ve had them while listening to music. I’ve had them during nature walks. I’ve had them while standing in my kitchen.
Sometimes they involve eye contact with another species, like mine with the cardinal. Like looking the tiger in the zoo in the eye and feeling the hair on your arms stands up. Or when you meet a deer on a path and you both freeze and assess each other. A brief connection shared tells us we’re in this together. All is one.
Sometimes they are moments of nature on display. Aurora borealis dancing in the sky. Niagara Falls. How about some of the pictures Chris Hadfield sent to us from space?
What are some of your “Oh, my God” moments?