Miracles are a touchy subject to explore because they connote ideas of the supernatural. Miracles, as we often understand them, are the domain of detached agents of destiny, deities, spiritual realms, etc. Catholic saints become such because they have supposedly performed miracles that the Vatican exhaustively verifies in order to initiate beatification.
When I speak of miracles of the miraculous, I do not speak of what we most commonly associate with miracles. To me, the realm of the miraculous is very real and very present in our lives, if we awaken ourselves to it.
While meditating, we focus on our breath. The breath is everything; it is the core of our experience. Why? Because breath is life. It is the verifiable proof that we exist. Think of medical dramas on TV when someone stops breathing. “He’s dead,” someone exclaims. Death and life predicated on one very basic and often overlooked phenomena: breathing.
If you take a scientist, a philosopher and a theologian and ask them why do we breathe?, you will get dramatically different answers. Which one is right? Well, it depends on you. Because no answer given negates the very apparent reality that we breathe. So, in that sense, it is a phenomenon. It is a happening that continues and is constantly subject to interpretation. Much like miracles.
Life is finite. We may believe in something beyond all of this if we wish and that is beautiful and wonderful if you do, but for the sake of this life we currently lead, it will end. Someday. Someday, someone will look at the physical remnants of our bodies and say “they’re not breathing and there is no pulse. They are dead.”
But think about the enormity of that. All of these emotions, experiences, feelings, passions, loves, exhilaration, desperation; all of this gritty realness of being alive just sort of stops when we stop. Sometimes in the flash of an eye. When contemplating this, it’s really easy to say nothing matters and take up the flag of nihilism. But the problem with saying nothing matters is that, once you begin thinking that, you’re faced with living the rest of your life attempting to justify your philosophy with the attributes of your continual existence!
For me, there is a miraculous component to living, because there has to be. My breath is my life. My soul is my existence. The miracle of it all is that we are cognizant of it. The miracle is that there is no overwhelmingly apparent need to explain what we experience because it is superfluous to the experience itself.
You and I are miracles.