When I first started hearing about ‘miracles’, I was about nine years old. I went to a catholic school, which used to be a convent, and was still run by a nun, Sr. Liz. I was told all about the miracles in the Bible and how we should always pray for miracles, but somehow, I always got the sense that it was unattainable, that somehow most of us would never be ‘good enough’ in God’s eyes to deserve a miracle.
FYI – can’t remember for the life of me what kind of miracles I was praying for at that age, probably a pony (which I actually got when I was twelve). Don’t judge me, these things happen when you live in the country. It’s how parents entertain their kids when the nearest anything involves them driving for half an hour.
So I grew up believing that miracles were only for special people, people who were deemed good enough, and consequently, I missed out on appreciating a tonne of miracles I was witness to every day.
Today I want to dispel some myths about miracles. They are traditionally defined as events which defy our current understanding of the way the world works, physically. I prefer the A Course in Miracles definition, which is that a miracle is a shift in perspective from fear to love.
I get that sounds really weird to anyone who hasn’t studied the course or read Spirit Junkie so let me make it really simple with an example:
On Thursday afternoon, I went in to surgery to have all four of my wisdom teeth extracted. I went under at 5:20pm and woke up in recovery at 5:55pm. I felt fine to go home by 6:30pm (aside from the fact they lost my notes).
I got home and went to bed and woke up the next day once the local anaesthetic had worn off and had zero pain. Zero. I felt a little tired but otherwise I was fine and could eat normally.
That, to me, is a miracle, although there are a couple of ‘hicky’ bits I’m leaving out:
1. I meditated on the day of my surgery. I concentrated on my teeth and the cells holding my teeth in place and asked for them to be released gently and easily, as they were no longer needed. I visualised the cells releasing and the teeth coming out easily.
2. When I got home from surgery, I meditated again and visualised healing pink light washing over me, knitting the cells back together again, blood flushing though my cheeks and healing the area.
Bear in mind, this is the UK so I had no pain meds other than regular ibuprofen.
Now, I’m not saying this as some big ‘I AM’ as I’m really not and this example shows that anyone can notice these miracles if they shine their attention on them, but just as an example of what can be done when you shift your perspective from fear (OMG I’m going in for surgery – I don’t really want this and it’s going to hurt and be awful) to love (everything is going to be fine, I’m being looked after and my body is a miracle in instead that it perfectly capable of healing itself if I show it love and compassion and look after it with the right nutrition and care).
There is no order in miracles – a ‘bigger’ one is no harder than a ‘smaller’ one, they are all the same. Getting to the supermarket and finding a space open up right by the entrance – miracle; getting delayed on your way to work and ending up bumping in to someone who makes you smile instead – miracle; waking up in the morning and watching the sun rise with the joy of a new day – miracle.
I bang on about appreciating the little things so much on this blog, but it is in appreciating the little things that you become happy and your life takes on meaning and joy and abundance.
If you don’t already, take five minutes at the end of every day and give thanks to whoever or whatever you believe in for at least three things in your life today. Cultivate a feeling of joy and gratitude for these things. These things are your miracles.