Are You In Need of a Miracle?
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“I keep my heart and my soul and my spirit open to miracles.” — Patrick Swayze
There are miracles around us all the time. Okay, perhaps not the Biblical kind, like some old guy who supposedly parted an entire sea by waving a stick at it. Or another one who is said to have convinced two of every kind of animal to co-operate and climb aboard a giant boat. Snakes and rodents, wolves and sheep, lizards and chickens and buffalo, oh, my…Herding cats? Piece of cake…but I can’t even imagine this logistical nightmare.
I mean, I spent a lot of years parenting five kids and had plenty of regular practice on getting them sorted and into a car to get to school or anywhere on time. It was still something of a miracle when it worked without the need for rope or duct tape. Noah musta had some mad directing skills, that’s for sure. Seriously, miraculous.
Anyhoo…
As is relevant in so many aspects of life, perspective is everything. How we view the world makes all the difference in how we respond to it.
For example, it always boggles my mind when people see pregnancy and childbirth as nothing more than biological processes. The creation of an actual human — and a body’s ability to nurture it while it’s safely tucked away and developing, and then that body does what’s necessary to expel it and to feed it — how can all of this not be viewed as miraculous?
Oh, it’s just a pregnancy. You put two cells together and they start multiplying, big deal. That’s biology.
What?? It’s an incredible miracle. Sure, you put two cells together and they multiply, but what is it that makes them do that? And even more perplexing, what is it that makes certain cells become a functional spleen, and which parts of the spleen? Or the various parts of a heart or a liver or a brain or bones, and which bones and what about muscles and tendons and nerves and and and and and … and how do they know how to connect everything and in the right places, and what makes that heart start beating a few weeks after those cells begin to divide?
Or what about having surgery? Sure, the surgeon cuts and repairs and takes out or puts in and stitches or staples you back together again. Does he/she do the healing? Is the surgeon responsible for the ongoing repair and restoration that happens over time?
Nope. Another biological process? Well, okay. But again, I ask you, how does that happen? What is it that makes the body know what to do? It’s been cut open, had some rearrangement of stuff inside it, and it’s been closed back up again. It’s a swollen, painful, ugly, bruised, angry and thoroughly insulted mess. Now what? How does it even know where to begin?
If your skin is scraped, cut or punctured and starts to bleed, instantly your blood cells begin sticking together to form a clot and prevent further blood loss. But how do the blood cells even recognise that there’s been an injury? And how do they “know” what to do to fix it?
Please forgive me for what I’m about to write. With my wildly vivid imagination, I can’t help but envision blood cells rushing along through a vein or capillary with their little trollies, busily dropping off oxygen deliveries or picking up CO2…and then they see it. Light pouring in from — oh, dear Lord! — outside! (*Insert sound of needle scraped across a record*)
“Oh, no! Emergency! Emergency! Sound the alarm!” screams one of them. His buddy rushes to the nearest alarm panel on a capillary wall, cranks down the handle and the alarm starts screaming BLAT! BLAT! BLAT! “All cells on deck! All cells on deck! We have a breach! I repeat, we have a breach!”
Coordinates are given, more BLATS are BLATTED and the red blood cells that are in the “reserve corps” abandon their trollies and deliveries, grab their bottles of glue and race to the scene…(millenial and Gen Z blood cells have handy dandy hot glue guns) while most of them carry on with their trollies and deliveries and pickups, nervously awaiting an update from the rescue team.
(Oy vey. I really need to get out more.)
Okay, that was a tad, uh, creative. But seriously (yeah, I can get there if I really work at it), how does that actually happen? Exactly what is it that makes the body do all the cool stuff it does? No one can explain the life force that prompts the many miracles of our very existence from the moment of conception, through every waking minute until something finally makes it stop.
How can all of that not be seen as miraculous? Just because we’re used to these processes such as bodies healing and creating babies and children growing up to become actual adults, it doesn’t mean they aren’t miracles.
It’s the same for all of nature. Seeds are planted. They sprout. Something grows. When those “somethings” are weeds, we get annoyed and yank them out, throwing away those beautiful little miracles.
And exactly what constitutes a weed anyway? They’re plants just like the other ones. I mean, you might not want a load of dandelions all over your front lawn. But what if you changed your perspective and decided that seeing a sea of those pretty yellow flowers was preferable to all that boring green stuff that grows way too fast and demands frequent care to keep it short and neatly trimmed? Grass doesn’t even have any nutritional value for humans, yet dandelions are highly medicinal. Plus their flowers look a lot like marigolds, but they don’t get the same love, appreciation and respect. How unfair is that?
The difference is in your perspective about what defines a weed (I prefer to call them “volunteers”). A “weed” is just a plant that’s unwanted. It specialises in “wrong place, wrong time.” But it’s just “doin’ its plant thang.” Being unwanted shouldn’t make them any less miraculous than the beautiful roses or giant oak trees you admire.
But again, if all you see is that seeds grow, you’re missing the point. What is that “something” that turns on that process and keeps it going? And what is it that makes plants communicate with each other? How are they able to protect each other — or harm each other, such as parasitic plants that steal nutrients from other plants, weakening or even killing them?
What makes them “know” how to do all of this?
There is even evidence of plant intelligence. Here’s an excerpt from another piece I wrote recently, in which I said we should think like a plant:
“…here’s a splendiferous tidbit of extra plant coolness from ambius.com:
There are now dozens of research papers, hundreds of articles, and hours of video prepared and published by plant biologists and neurobiologists discussing the many facets of plant intelligence. Through rigorous research and experimentation, the following behavioral characteristics have now been established and can be attributed to plants:
* Communication
* Learning
* Problem Solving
* Memory and Memory Recall
It adds: “…plants can, indeed, make memories, and can display their memory recall though learned response. Better yet, they were able to learn quickly — in as little as one day. Lack of nervous system aside, the mimosa pudica, or ‘sensitive plant,’ started displaying learned responses in as little as one day.”
Feeling a little more like plants are miracles yet?
There are plenty of other miracles around us all the time, too, such as those beautiful serendipitous events when we’re in desperate need of assistance to put our lives right, to get us out of a frightening situation, or to create that “special something” we’ve been wanting or working toward for ages. And then there is that magnificent, impossibly perfect “something” that brings it all together. And Holy Amazingness, Batman, you’ve got your miracle.
As a psychic and a medium, I’ve experienced numerous smaller miracle moments throughout my life, such as perceiving that something is seriously wrong for a friend or loved one, and heeding the urgent knowing that I need to reach out — now. Calling at that moment has always proven to be exactly what was needed in a desperate situation.
I can’t help but see our ability to connect to each other in this way as anything other than miraculous.
Today, I invite you to slow down, pause, take a moment to contemplate the miracles in your life, in your garden, in the world, and right there in your body, in every moment that you’re breathing. Close your eyes and inhale deeply. And before you think about any other miracles, consider how astonishing it is that your lungs are gathering oxygen for your blood cells to distribute to every single cell in your body. And on their return trip, they deposit carbon dioxide in your lungs for you to exhale…
That one, incredible process, the ability to breathe, and the fact that your body keeps doing it — whether or not you’re thinking about it, whether or not you’re even awake — is that not a most magnificent miracle, all by itself?
I invite you to shift your attention and awareness to what’s happening around you. You’re “used to” seeing all of it without actually seeing it anymore. And when you shift that perspective and choose to really look at it and think about it and be mindful of it — whatever “it” might be — you will see miracles everywhere.
Your world will open up in a bigger, brighter, more magnificent way than ever before. As long as you practice ongoing gratitude for those miracles and you don’t allow them to become “old hat” just because they’re familiar, they will enrich, enhance, and expand your life in ways you could never have thought possible.
And that, all by itself, is another huge miracle.
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