How is it, we get the unexplainable “tear in our eye?” You catch a glimpse of something, like a small child reaching for someone’s hand in a moment of sharing. Or maybe you hear a phrase from a song that evokes that little “something” in your heart… and before you know it… that little tear appears. A breathtaking sunset, a story on the news, a passage from a book, the perfect peanut-butter-and-banana-sandwich on Wonder Bread with the crusts cut off. That’s right.
Yes. Those are the sort of things that cause that little tear to magically appear.
I have a theory about how this happens. Of course I do. I have theories about everything. Pathetic.
Anyway… it involves a whole bunch of little dudes inside of us… tiny little dudes. And they have a tiny little pump apparatus… which looks like one of those see-saw deals….. and when they get a signal…
OK…I am JERKING YOU AROUND right now. I have theories…YES. But I’m not totally whacky.
My theory is this. Miracles.
I know I’ve mentioned them before. But my postulation follows. Miracles are everywhere. They are every day. Yes. Most certainly, they are extraordinary in every way. We simply need to notice.
They can take shape in so many different forms of being. I do not think they come from thunder above in the clouds. But they enter our lives in a more subtle approach. It happens at that moment when you can see, and hear, and experience… like you never have before… and never will again.
That is how each moment of our lives go…. by the way. Things happen like they never have before or never will again…. but I digress. Back to the box of miracles.
They touch a place inside of us. A place we know… has always been there… but the little (or big) miracle has stirred it awake. And when it does, we get that tear in our eyes, or a grin on our faces, or the tingle in our spines.
We come a step closer to knowing ourselves, and our purpose. And that is where miracles are born.
Tonight, I finally saw one of our Mama Deer with her fawn. I stood in awe as I watched the two of them, carefully frolic through our field, and into the Houdini-Land of the trees. My heart swelled.
As it is…. with the bird on the branch in the rain, or our old gal Maxine. It could be an unexpected gift in the mail, or a comment of encouragement. Any of those things…. are… … the touch of life…. which reaches out in that moment of sharing. In sharing our hearts with the greater good of it all.
Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls.
— Joseph Campbell
Miracles happen everyday, change your perception of what a miracle is and you’ll see them all around you.
— Jon Bon Jovi