“People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child or our own two eyes. All is a miracle.” … Thich Nhat Hanh
Humans are a people of hope. We hope for a better tomorrow. We hope that our favourite team will win the next big competition and we hope that somehow, somewhen, somewhere we will be a part of a miracle. We watch movies full of amazing feats of daring-do or filled with heartwarming stories of long-lost loves overcoming incredible odds to be with each other again. We dream of becoming like our movie or storybook heroes or heroines. We are indeed a people hoping for miracles.
If we put half as much of our attention into finding and recognizing the miraculous beings who already live inside of us as we do into searching outside of ourselves for said amazing people; I think that we would find that the Universe has bestowed upon each and every one of us a most wonderful gift. Because we spend so much of our time and effort looking elsewhere we often overlook our wonderful gift and because we, as adults do this, our children learn to also model themselves after our behaviours. And so, the pattern is born of turning our lives into a massive Easter egg hunt wherein; instead recognizing that our gift lives joyfully right inside of us in every moment, we run and run and run looking for the “really special treasure” that lies at the end of the search. How sad.
I believe in miracles. I see them happen every day. Sometimes they emerge from inside of my own life and sometimes I just watch them pop up like Celestial daisies all around me. For me: miracles are the wonderful synchronicities that appear in order to remind me that a) a wonderful spirit does indeed live inside this body, b) that I live in an interactive and caring Universe and c) that said Universe is definitely paying attention. I love how miracles are often little things that remind me of the beauty of life. As Thich Nhat Hanh says: “Every day we are engaged in a miracle … a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, and the black curious eyes of a child …” I have learned to appreciate the “Small Steps Road” and this has brought me to the joyful place of recognizing and loving the “ordinary miracles” of life. I’ve got to tell you that this approach is really improving the quality of my journey!