A Little Miracle In Maine

“The earth laughs in flowers.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

When one opens the door and walks outside, how taken aback you become as you look at the trees, look at the branches and you see Jesus in everything, God’s Creation is everywhere.

My earliest memory of walking through fields would have to be fields of wild scallions. As a child, walking and putting my hands out on both sides, letting whatever fields it is that I was walking through touch my hands and feeling life, knowing that that I was touching reality in the moment, was and still is poetry.

“God is the friend of silence. See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls.” – Saint Teresa of Calcutta

When I was two years old, my mother, my father, my brother Jim and myself and my brother Stephen who was just born lived in Maine. I do not remember any of my time in Maine as I was very young.

I was told that there was a miracle that happened in my life one day in Bath, Maine, I have no human recollection of it whatsoever but the townsfolk did.

I have always loved nature, or so it has been said since I was a baby. One of my fascinations was looking up to the sky and nature as a whole. I’m not too sure what I was thinking about back in the day but I know what I think about now when I look into nature. There’s so much to contemplate.

At the age of two, so the story goes, is that I went off into the back fields. Living in Maine, there was so much country land that the fields just went on and on. I walked out of my back door into the fields of my backyard. I had no shoes on and only a summer dress.

My mother noticed that I was gone and she went to find my dad. Dad was nervous because their was our water well in the fields.

My mother and father searched for a while for me and they could not find me. At that time, the police, the fire department was called in, search parties were called in and then finally a Priest was called in because I was gone for so long that they did not think that they were going to find me and it was becoming colder.

My dad went off into the fields again to try and find me one last time before the search party ceased for the night.

I was told that I was found by my dad sitting in the middle of the field, smiling and giggling. My dad said that he had walked past that same exact part of the field as did so many other people, including the Fire Department, the Police Department and the rescue crews.

There was not a scratch on me and I was clean.

I sometimes wonder what happened to me that day, where I may have gone to. I remember nothing of that day at all.

One thing that I do know is that my love of nature comes from that day. There are no human words to explain why it is that I know that this is a definitive. In a Spiritual sense, I know that something very special happened that day.