“You do not ask too much from life, but far too little.”—A Course in Miracles
Miracles, as most of you know, are my jam. But the word “miracle” is actually shorthand, a convenient description for making sense of those times when life’s fathomless, ever-changing reality pops out into the patterns we’ve all constructed to make us “feel safe.”
Despite the patterned overlays, life can’t really be collapsed into a manageable framework.
So when things happen that defy our dumbed-down version of reality, we call them miracles. The dictionary defines a miracle as “a surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws.”
The Course in Miracles defines miracles as everyday occurrences, says they’re natural, goes so far as to claim that if they’re not happening on the daily, something has gone wrong.
Let’s take this weekend, for example, where, in America at least, we celebrated Mother’s Day. According to consensus reality (that manageable framework we construct to feel safe), I probably shouldn’t expect a gift from Taz. I mean, it’s rather difficult to deliver physical items when you’re bodiless, right?
Except if you manage to “whisper in the ear” of a former colleague of your mom’s, direct her to a 222 necklace and ask her to buy it, drive it over to Lawrence and deliver it just in time for the big holiday.
Some will roll their eyes and write this chain of events off as coincidence. But keep in mind that I have only seen this photographer once in the last 40 years. She didn’t even know where I lived.
But then, she “just happened” to see FB pictures of the dedication of Taz’s Hangout and well, the so-called “miracle” was set into motion.
After the ceremony—which was the coolest thing ever (Taz’s friends came, Big Brothers/Big Sisters made cookies and coasters and the perfect space for Bigs and Littles to hang)–I was feeling a little emotional and overwhelmed and wishing I’d told more stories about Taz. I let myself droop for a day.
And this is the real kicker. Right before Kate, the photographer, walked out my front door, she said, “You should forgive yourself!”
Say what? I mean, that’s exactly what Taz would have wanted me to do. So what if I got nervous and blew my little five-minute speech, didn’t take advantage of that opportunity to gush about my Tasmanian supernova?
So not only did Taz manage to deliver a physical gift, but she comforted me with the exact words I needed to hear.
So I’ll pass her words on to you. FORGIVE YOURSELF!
And trust that if you can loosen the reins of “safety” and drop the need to “see reality” according to conditioned patterns, miracles will drop into your life on the dippity-do-daily!
Pam Grout is the author of 20 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World).